*knock knock knock knock*
The door rumbled under the hard knocking.
There was no reponse.
*knockknockknockknockknock* "Please! Open up! Hurry! We need help!"
Everyone was asleep, Roxy and Karkat were still sleeping downstairs on the bed, while Dirk and Dave collapsed in the attic.
*bambambambam*
The door groaned underneath the slamming of the fist. The person behind the door started shouting. "I know you're there! Open up! I beg you! Have mercy!"
Karkat finally woke up from the ruckuss, he climbed upstairs and limped towards the door. He opened it and the man behind the door nearly fell inside. An young-adult male troll stood in the opening. "Please, young man, you must help us! The building collapsed, people are trapped, we need more hands!" Karkat looked dazed, as if the words hardly reached his brain. "Please!" the man shouted. Karkat looked behind him. He wanted to help them, he really did, but he didn't want to just leave. But he was so slow, and there was no time to walk down or upstairs, wake someone up and explain the situation without losing at least 20 minutes.
Karkat held his hand up, and ducked down. He grabbed a sharp piece of metal, closed the door, and started carving in it.
He opened the door again, the man looked completely confused, and Karkat nodded at him. Without hesitation, the man turned around and ran away, Karkat trying his best to run as well, managing only to go as fast as a quick-paced walk.
"C'mon!" the man shouted, and gone they were, in the dangerous early morning.