There was a sudden knock at the door, John didn't bother to stand up from the not-so-comfortable chair he was sitting on. Whoever it was would go away soon enough, leaving him to his own thoughts.
Despite it being unpleasantly cold already, he reached out for the tea that stood on the coffe table in front of him; he kept ignoring the sound that was made to get his attention, and proceeded to read the next headline of the newspaper. Not that he was actually interested in what it said.
Only when the knocking grew louder and more impatient, as if the intruder of his silence was almost begging him to open the door, John slowly stood up, his back making a soft cracking noise at the action. Taking small steps through his flat, ocasionally limping on on one leg, he made his way toward the unwelcomed destination.
Finally, his hand made contact with the doorknob, twisting it to left with a slight squeek, he pulled the heavy door open. His annoyed expression quickly changed to a one of pure shock and terror.
The color on his face faded to an almost greenish colour. Suddenly, he felt sick, like someone was trying to stir everything in his stomach with a wooden spoon. John's hands started to sweat, legs slightly shook and his mouth fall open, as if to say something. Thoughts raced through his mind, wide eyed he stared at the sight in front of him; not knowing what to do he blinked couple of times, just to check if his mind was playing tricks on him.
The person standing before him wasn't who he had expected to ever see at his doorstep, a feeling of anger started to boil inside him. John wanted to close the door, but his arms wouldn't move, he felt paralized.