Then I Felt a Thump, Like Some One Had Jumped

I've tried to show here in a sketch from memory, where my pursuer went by me on my left. When i got my closest look at him from ten feet away, he was moving very slowly and deliberately. And it was only because he didn't turn his head to the right that he didn't see me cowering in place. The boy was about average height for some one, maybe 13 years old, holding the axe in both hands as he moved. He had medium length of hair that looked very ragged, uncombed black hair, if i had to guess. Wasn't wearing anything at all. His right arm was coated in blood from his shoulder to his wrist