Fort (Working Title)

Chapter 5

Once finished, she stood up with the hairpins and put their ends into the lock of her right handcuff. She had to twist her arms in abnormal positions in order to achieve the proper lockpicking process. After much work, she heard a little metallic sound. Then the handcuff was undone.

She didn't bother removing the other handcuff from around her wrist. She dropped the hairpins on the floor and hurried out of her bedroom and away from the delivery man's corpse.

She stepped over his corpse to get to the door, but before she could reach the door, he suddenly moved and grabbed her leg. He didn't really die. He had only passed out. Elizabeth wasn't strong enough to kill him. He held on to her leg with strong hands, pulling her back and keeping her from escaping. She was so surprised that he was still alive, she literally jumped. She kicked, punched, scratched, and screamed like a scared cat. He had to let go of her.

She ran out of her bedroom. He quickly got up and ran after her, the blood from his head flowing down and wetting his black turtleneck. She went to the door and was about to open it, but she accidentally kicked the bucket that she had left there many hours ago. It fell and water spilled from it, flowing on the tiles. She slipped and fell on the floor.

She got up and began undoing the chain and the locks of the door, but he was already so near. There was no time left to unlock the door. She let go of the chain and turned to make a run for the kitchen. He followed her. Once at the kitchen, she grabbed the biggest knife from her knife rack and turned to face him. But he didn't stop. He ran straight toward her with a determined expression on his face. She ran behind the kitchen table, putting it between them and waving the knife toward him. "STAY AWAY FROM ME!" But he didn't listen. It was like he had turned into a brainless animal, bent only on catching her. He stared at her with glassy green eyes, his face partly bloodied. He was leaning forward to grab her across the table, and then leaning away to avoid the knife as she attempted to stab his hands. "LIKE I KNOCKED YOU OUT WITH A MERE SNOWGLOBE, I WON'T HESITATE TO KILL YOU WITH THIS!" Still, her threats had no effect on him. Soon, he began attempting to grab the knife from her. And he succeeded. But he grabbed the sharp side of the knife, cutting his own hand as he held it.

While he was distracted by the knife, Elizabeth left the table and ran out of the kitchen. She ran through the hallway, slowing down near the front door to avoid slipping on the wet tiles again. She grabbed the bucket as she passed by and threw it to the middle of the hallway to block his way as he chased her. Then she turned to the corridor that led to her bedroom. She went inside her bedroom, locking the door behind her.

She took her beside table and lay it on its side in the middle of her bed. Then she climbed up her bed and up the bedside table, balancing herself as the cushion of the mattress caused the bedside table to wobble. She raised her arms and reached up. She pushed the ceiling upward. It was made of thin wood. It gave way. A large, square hole was opened in her ceiling. She reached into the opening, feeling in the darkness inside it with her hands. Then she found what she was looking for. She held it firmly and pulled it out of the ceiling. It was a huge gun case.

She went back down to the floor with the gun case. She lay it on her bed and opened it. An automatic Kalashnikov rifle rested inside the case in disassembled form. She began picking up the parts and putting them together, assembling the gun as she glanced at the door every few seconds. The metals made little clinking sounds as they were put together. The delivery man came at the door with a loud bang. He had brought the bucket with him and had used it to hit the door. Then he began using his own body to hit the door, trying to force it open. She was being jolted whenever he hit the door, struggling to load the gun once it was complete. Then she carried it and held it. It was heavy, but solid. The weight made her feel like her knees were about to give way, but she managed to remain standing. She aimed tried to aim it at the door, but she was trembling too much. The nozzle kept pointing to many different places.