1.)

(Karl is helping Jack up. Jack is still bloody from the last comic,
 looking more freaked out in this panel than Karl for a change.)

JACK: Did you kill it?

KARL: I think so...

2.)

(Karl supports Jack as they go.)

JACK: You think so?! How?

KARL: I dunno, I guess those free weights finally paid off!

3.)

 (We see Jack and Karl from behind, Karl helping support Jack
as they get away from the scene. Jack looks over his shoulder.)

JACK: I guess...

KARL: C'mon! We gotta go!

4.)

   (Jack and Karl are visible through the cracked windshield, Jack
intense at the wheel, Karl fearful and confused in the passenger seat.)

KARL: Can you drive?! You look awful!

JACK: Dude, don't hurt me like that.

5.)

(Jack peels out from the cabin, closing the car door as he whips the ride.)

JACK: This is BS! I'm getting a refund!

CAR TIRES: SKREEE

6.)

(Karl has his hands on his face, freaking out as he processes this life experience.)

KARL: How- how did you live? What's happening?!    That thing! It- with an axe and-

7.)

(Karl looks over at scratched up Jack, fraught with confusion and fear even now.)

KARL: We have to go to a hospital- I don't think I'll ever get over this! It's just- just horrifying! How can-

8.)

(Jack gives Karl the Dracula-styled hypno eyes. The comic panels disintegrate
  into a black treeline. Below that, the last image sits in a boundless darkness.)

JACK: Karl... SLEEP!

9.)

(The killer sits on a tree stump, wounded head in his hands and crying, axe leaning nearby.)

THE KILLER: Buh huh huh

INTERTITLE: THE END