"Shit..." I'd mutter to myself, remembering I had forgotten to lock my front door.
I'd grab my karambit, and hold it in a way that I could easily slash open a deep wound, and crept down the staircase, darting my eyes around.
I saw a looter, resting his shotgun and going through my doors.
I'd creep up behind him, and kick the back of his knee, causing him to fall down, kneeling.
I'd cover his mouth, and with one quick movement, slash open his throat.
I'd raise his struggling body, so that the blood went into my sink.
I'd flip my hand around, and dig the knife into his back, before pulling it out.
I'd pick his arms up, and drag him to my basement door, just around the corner.
I'd roll his body down the stairs of my basement, and close the door, locking it.
I'd hear a shuffling, and spin around, only to be tackled into my counter by who I must assume is his friend.
I'd cover my face, as the shotgun fell, and he threw several punches at my face.
I'd un-cover my face, and bite his arm, tearing out a chunk
I'd raise it, and pump it, carelessly letting out a shell.
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