Hells Bells

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You brace yourself, eyes close as you inhale. You bring your gun around in front of you and kick the fucking door open.

"Alright bitch." You growl, bullet in the chamber as the intruder, as androgynous as they come, stumbles back. "Do not fucking move."

Your voice doesn't tremble, it doesn't waiver. You see their own weapon laying on the table where they had been. You also notice the m inching towards it.

"Don't." You threaten through clenched teeth, you stomach knotted with adrenaline.

But they move anyway. You lower your gun and put a bullet through their knee. They fall to the ground, crying out in pain as blood stains your livingroom carpet.

"Get the fuck out." You demand.

Their eyes are huge as they plead with you. "B-but those things out there-"

"I dont care." You scoff, moving forward, grabbing them by the collar and tossing them outside. "Should have thought of that before trying to rob me."

You slam the door in their pleading face, locking it.

Your roommate would be home soon. With their dogs. You just had to wait.

But with everything going on you went even sure they were alive anymore. You look out the window to see your intruder dragging their wounded leg down the street. Guilt stabs at you, just a little.

Do you:

Wait for your roommate?

Leave on your own?

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