Ok, this is my first piece of fan fic, so I don't know how good it will be.

Feel free to leave what comments you like, second chapter will be up next week.

Contains some swearing so i'v giving it this Fiction Rated: T

Andrew threw his keys on the table of his apartment as the door slammed behind him, he had lost another job, the fifth in a month in fact.

His white T-shirt was stained with coffee and his jeans were aging, he made a mental note to buy some new jeans when he got another job.

He wrenched open the fridge and took out a cold beer, sitting at the table he looked around the kitchen. There was an eerie silence about his apartment, the cat was gone.

"Honey?" he called, but there was no answer.

Looking at the table he saw a note held down by an empty glass, He picked it up and it simply read:

Andrew, I'm sorry, I'm leaving you for someone else. I just don't love you anymore,

Sara

"Shit," he muttered and threw the beer bottle against the wall.

The glass smashed and he kicked the chair away as he rose, throwing a microwave meal in the microwave he slammed the door shut and hit the button hard.

"How much fucking worse can this day get?" he said to the TV on the side.

Though, obviously it didn't reply.

After cleaning up the glass he propped the chair back up he switched on the TV to see a program about car's on. A silver car skidded towards the screen, the presenter talking about it's horse power or something.

"I'm gonna get me one of those," he said to himself," when I win the lottery.

(We interrupt this program, please stayed tuned for a special news bulliten, we will resume the scheduled programming immediately following this report)

He turned off the TV as the microwave pinged, telling him his meal was ready.

Sitting down again he ate in silence, that was until he heard someone shouting in the street.

Walking over to the balcony door, he opened it a fraction and looked out. Two men were wrestling in the street, while another was getting up from under a car and started hitting the car, the driver must have knocked him down.

There was a sudden bang at the door followed by some muffled cries and Andrew jumped, a second bang shook the wooden door on it's hinges and he threw down his meal and grabbed the baseball bat by the door.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Help me please!" a women's voice sobbed from the other side of the door.

"I don't have any money," he replied, "go the fuck away,"

"Something killed my boyfriend," came a muffled reply, "I think it's still in the apartment,"

Andrew put the chain on the door and opened it a bit, a young girl in dirty clothes stood there, her eyes raw with tears that poured down her face.

"So why did you come here?" he asked.

"No one else answered their doors," she said looking up and down the corridor," please help me,"

"Call the cops," he said going to close the door, she looked like she had been taking drugs and sounded like it too.

"All their lines are busy," she said putting her hand in the door," please help me, I cant go back in there,"

"Just my fucking luck," he said, opening the door and taking his bat he stuffed his keys in his back pocket and slammed the door.

"Which door?" he asked.

"That one," she pointed at number 13.

'Now that takes the piss,' he thought,' number 13,'

He pushed open the slightly ajar door and looked back, she was pressed against the wall on the other side of the corridor.

"Go and try the cops again," he said.

"Ok," she said wiping her nose," be careful,"

Turning back to the apartment he heard a noise like the sound of paper being torn, hefting the bat he strode in.

At his feet a lamp lay broken and the room was in complete darkness, he edged his way in and stepped on the broken glass which crackled under his trainers.

There was silence for a moment, then from the corner of his eye he saw movement, a dark figure sprinted across the room at him and he rose the bat ready for whatever was coming at him……………..

More coming sometime next week