Cole drags Nicole's body out to his backyard and snaps, a shovel appearing as he digs a shallow grave for Nicole.
Cole kicks Nicole's body into the shallow grave and fills the grave in. He snaps, a black poppy appearing in his hand as he tosses it onto the grave and spits on it. He just stares at the grave.
Until the door to his house locks.
"Who in the fuck?" Cole snaps, a mac-10 appearing in his hand as he racks it and kicks in the door. He runs into the living room.
Cole sprints into his closet and looks around, the scarecrow turning to see Cole.
"Why in the fuck are you in my goddamn house?"
The scarecrow goes to punch Cole in the gut with its wooden stick hand. The gloves it used to have over its wrists are gone. Cole dodges by moving to the side and aims a pistol whip at the scarecrow's face. The scarecrows head seems to be tied on better and only caves in a bit from the hit. It aims a punch for Cole's face. Cole takes the hit and stumbles back and groans as he aims a kick at the scarecrow's left leg. The leg gets swept off its "foot" and the scarecrow loses balance. Cole grabs the scarecrow by the neck and tries to drag it out of the room. Its neck feels like nothing but rope as the scarecrow flails, trying to get free, hitting Cole with the stick arms and legs. Like getting beat with a cheap broom. Cole only winces slightly and continues to drag them out.
Cole drags the scarecrow out to the hall and throws them against a wall, aiming his mac-10 at their head. The scarecrow looks and stays still, its shoulders move as if it's breathing.
"Fucking horrible, now I have two bodies to bury," Cole fires the mac-10 at the scarecrow's head. The potato sack head is obliterated as hay goes everywhere. The rest of the scarecrow goes to tackle cole.
"WHAT THE FUCK," Cole gets tackled. The scarecrow stays over him as it tries to punch where it thinks his head is, but misses. It can't see. Cole can feel the wind of the punch, just a hair from his face, and he can hear a loud dunk sound.
Cole winces out of reaction and fires at its chest. Hay flies in the air from the shot as the body flinches before going limp. The hay is annoyingly scratchy as all hay is. Cole pushes the scare crow off of him and groans as he drags the remains of the body to the living room, "Fucking hay."
Cole drags the body outside and digs Nicole's grave up. He kicks the scarecrow body in. He covers the grave up again and puts the black poppy back, spitting on the grave again.