You psych yourself up.
You have 15 bullets in that beretta you've been WAITIN' to shoot...
You open the door , it creaks open...
It see's you.
it runs at you.
You see it.
You run for the closest door.
*clokclokclok*
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccckkkkkk
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