Story preview:
A scene from a story that I might write up. Just testing to see what you all think. I have been re-watching a lot of Ash vs Evil Dead, so I wanted to make up my own little story. John as Ash with the chainsaw hand and double barrel shotgun. I'm going to try to put some of Ash's personality in with John's. Ok here we go!

	A light blue wolf with beautiful white hair stood over looking a warehouse. Something was in there that he needed to get. The red colored chainsaw hung at his right side and a double barrel shotgun on a holster on his back. The wolf was wearing a button up blue shirt.
“Alright, time to get my book back.”
He started walking toward the warehouse.
	As the wolf came closer to the door of the warehouse he noticed a figure standing in the way. Closer he got until he was within shouting range. He could tell the figure was a brown fox with orange hair.
“Excuse me darlin, you're in my way.”
The fox slowly looked up, the wolf saw that it was a female. As her eyes came into view the wolf stepped back. Eyes white and soulless, a gash on her face. The fox's muzzle dropped open and a distorted voice groaned from within,
“John! We are coming for you!”
With that said the fox lashed out at the wolf, John pulled out his shotgun and aimed it but before he could fire the female fox smacked it out of the way then shoved the wolf sending him flying backwards into the mud. The wolf recovered and pulled the rip-cord to start up the chainsaw. He managed to start it up on one pull and the chainsaw roared to life.
“Now you are in for it!”
The fox looked at the chainsaw then to John and circled around him carefully, waiting for an opening. John watched the female fox.
“Hey look over there! A fox!”
The female blinked then turned and John moved the chainsaw toward the fox's stomach. He began to cut into her belly opening it up. The fox pushed away from the chainsaw and stood back. The chainsaw began to jam and stopped. The fox gurgled, blood spilling out of her muzzle and stomach. She jumped up and landed on John's chainsaw pinning it to the ground and knocking the wolf down with it. John unhooked the chainsaw and rolled to the side and sat up. The fox girl turned and dashed at John knocking the wolf down before he could get up. The fox reached down to the slash in her stomach and began to pull out some of her intestine. She hooped it up then threw it over John's head then pulled. The wolf gasped and with his good hand he tried to loosen the hold. The fox leaned down and licked his ear then spoke,
“I'm going to enjoy killing you slowly!”
John frantically looked around for something, anything. His golden eyes focused on his double barrel shotgun. The fox was so into strangling John that she didn't see him reaching for the shotgun with his stub hand. The wolf had to move quick, once he took his good hand off the intestine strangling him he had little time to react. The wolf took a deep breath and took his paw away from the intestine. The fox grinned feeling his paw move away and pulled harder. John groaned and grasped the shotgun, quickly aiming it up over his shoulder. BAM. The fox threw backwards. John began to breath heavily as he stood up. He turned around to see the fox girl lying on the ground, half her face blown off.
“Don't mess with the best, sweetie.”
He aimed the gun down at the fox, he pulled the trigger but she rolled to the side. He snarled and ejected the spent shells, resting the gun on his stub. With his good hand he pulled some shells from his pocket and quickly reloaded, snapping the shotgun up and aiming at the fox.
“Why won't you die!”
John yelled. The fox screamed out, with the top left side of her face blown off. She smacked the shotgun out of the wolf's hand again. She kicked him. John landed on his back, near his chainsaw. The fox girl leap up into the air and was going to stomp down on John. He looked at the chainsaw then attached it to his stub and started it up again, pointing it up at the deadite fox. The chainsaw roared as the fox impaled herself on the chainsaw, blood spewing out all over John. He yelled out as the chainsaw destroyed the deadite's insides. The fox's top half landing above John and the lower half resting on his legs. The wolf got up and spit some of the blood that was in his mouth out. He moved the still running chainsaw to the deadite's neck and cut into it, sawing off her head.
“I was gonna say something but no.”
John grumbled as he headed into the warehouse.

To be continued....