(Blue Dwarf) Frank Harris 'Run chicken run'

Harris landed with a thud as he finally managed to free himself from the ceiling. He groaned as he used a lab table to stand up.
He looked round hoping to find anything that might prove useful even a weapon since he had strangely enough left his handgun on the Blue Dwarf. Then he spotted something that made him grin evilly, for there in a cabinet containing fire fight equipment was a fire axe, god only knows what they were used for these days but still now he had a weapon.
After finally breaking open the cabinet and taking possession of the axe he looked around. He considered his options, one, try and get back to the Blue Dwarf, two hunt down this overgrown chicken before it got him and three, wait around like some idiot for someone to come looking for him.
Option three was straight out of the window and option one was just dull. So it was option two, hunting we go.
Harris began to wonder do chickens really run around when their heads are cut off. Well, there was only one way to find out.
Harris stralked his way along the route the chicken-thing dragged Dunawy, most likely now the late Dunawy.