Shelli watched from the highest window as the shadowy figure moved closer to her humble abode. She shook her head. 'Humble' wasn't the right word. Ramshackle, maybe. Decrepit. Ruined. She cursed Pete for not taking better care of his own damn house.
The figure picked its way over to the house, making Shelli wonder if it'd dare to come inside. Most of the other figures didn't. They stopped, stared, and moved on. All deciding the risk was not worth the potential reward. But this one seemed different, somehow. Braver. Stronger. More daring. The fuck was she doing?
Suddenly, the figure sped up, breaking into a jog towards the house. Confused, Shelli gazed out of the window, wondering why the previously slow blob was becoming a quite speedy blob. Then, as she realized why, Shelli grabbed her knives and thundered down the ruin of her previously grand spiral staircase, colourful words running through her head.
