She was startled, and woke up.
The woman, sitting up on her bed in her apartment on 12th street, was now wide awake. The room was completely black. The large, south facing windows provided no light for her in the middle of the night. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes to try to see through the darkness.
She sensed it first, sooner than she saw it. She quickly looked around. There, to her astonishment and overcoming fear, stood a dark, hooded figure standing in the adjacent corner of her apartment.
Was she surprised? No. In fact, she thought that this would have happened much sooner. Her antagonistic gaze remained on the dark figure as she sat still in her bed.
She looked on as her imminent death began walking, slowly. Closer to her.
No one in the apartment heard the scream as the silenced gun went off, and the room filled with the pistol smoke.