The two look at each other, look back at the Russian, then frown. They both tackle him at the same time. I open the freezer door to check the current situation, only to see one crazy left. I pull out my ice-axe, and while he's pigging out on flesh, I tap him on the shoulder. He turns around to get the chunk of flesh he was chewing on stabbed with my pick. I stabbed it so hard that it dug clean through the flesh and dug into the inside of the crazy's mouth. I pull him to the ground with the pick and begin stomping his face.