She sat with her back pressed against her wall by her front door, gun in hand. Her apartment wasn't big but it felt like there was too much space, too much room to look over. She looked at the phone, thinking it would ring, even though she pulled it out of the wall in a fit of panic. Her cell phone turned off and the front door had three bolts on it, brand new and polished. 'If they want me they're going to have to come get me... I'll be waiting...' She heard footsteps on the stairs, the steps creaked from their age, and looked to the windows, which had been nailed down. She was suspecting an ambush, or maybe they would kill her without a sound. The footsteps stopped in front of her door and her heart skipped a few beats, holding her breath and looking at her pumped gun.
