I somehow manage to get the key in the door and open my apartment. I throw my bag on the couch and flop down beside it. Like always, I haven't escaped from my mission unscathed. Cuts here, bruises there. Most of the pain hasn't set in yet thanks to the adrenaline still surging through me.
The apartment is dark as the sun is behind the other apartment buildings and I didn't think to turn a light on before settling down. I know I shouldn't sit here, I should be at a hospital right now but I don't want to go. I'll just get up and take care of myself. . . in a few minutes, when I find the energy that is.
I suddenly find the energy when I hear an odd noise on the other side of my apartment.
"Who's there?" I demand. There might be no one, I'm still on high alert from my mission but it is also possible that someone is out there looking for my blood.
No one responds to my question and I'm starting to wonder if I'm more injured than I had originally thought. Maybe I'm having hallucinations due to blood loss? Did I hit my head at all?
When I see a shadow more by the front door of my apartment I'm fairly sure I'm not imagining things. I dig the gun out that hides between my couch cushions. I have weapons hidden all over the house should I ever need them.
"Who's there?" I demand again, now holding the gun outstretched. If I had energy I would attack the intruder first but I don't. My cuts are still bleeding and I really have to tend to them before I bleed more and before they get infected.
The shadow approaches where I sit on the couch and my finger tightens on the trigger. I nearly drop the gun when I see who the intruder is.
"You're dead."