7ONE HOUR LATERJudd's afraid to open his eyes.
(Wouldn't you be??)
He passed out about an hour ago after a little bout of exploding-head-itis. Five minutes ago, he finally came around, but he can't bring himself to open his eyes, because...
(Let's not mince words here.)
...because he's scared spitless of what he might see.
(Capiche?)
He hasn't heard the warped voice of the twisted cyclops, but that doesn't mean it isn't still lurking around. Likewise, the meat-and-barbed-wire thing hasn't spoken since Judd woke, but maybe it's standing right over him, waiting for his eyes to pop open.
At least, that's what Judd's afraid of right now. Luckily for him, ol' Killdigit's on the case. I've already taken the lay of the land...
(Don't ask me how I see without eyes, that's none of your
