You have been awake for over four days straight now, and you feel awful. Your eyes are burning like they are on fire, your skin feels heavy and sticky, and you can feel every hair on your body. It's maddening. You need to sleep, but you can't. You'll die. There is some sort of freaky ass freak stalking you. You don't know what it is, but you know it isn't human. It's some kind of uh… spider-human-horse thing… a spider-centaur! That was the word you were looking for. It's kind of hard to think straight right now.
Last night the spider-centaur smashed in your front door while you had been lying in bed trying and failing to fall asleep, and you had been forced to flee pantsless into the night. You know it was stupid trying to get some sleep, but you're so tired. And well, it had never tried to get into your apartment before last night. The spider-centaur would just stand outside your window and stare. So, you thought, 'well, maybe it can't come inside like a vampire or something,' like an idiot.
As a result, you spent the entire night scrambling from one alleyway to another, trying to evade the freak, and now you're more tired than ever. Honestly, you're a little confused about how you managed to not get eaten. The sun is finally starting to peek its way over the horizon, and you feel yourself relaxing a little. The spider-centaur seems to disappear during the day. Maybe it is allergic to sunlight?
Anyway, you need to get back into your apartment. Your great-grandfather's machete is in your apartment. Last night when you were panicking, you had left it behind. Stupid stupid stupid! So, you need to go back inside to get the machete, but now that you think about it, the thing might just be still waiting in there. Maybe it didn't chase you out of your apartment last night because it knew you would come back here like a fucking moron. You glare at your building and shake your fist.
Your wallet is also in there. All your savings, $200, is in there. You don't trust banks, with their computers and fancy suits. They somehow put your real paper money into cyberspace or something. Bullshit. No, only a fool would trust that. Also, now that you think about it there is the no pants thing you have going on. The last thing you need is to be arrested for indecent exposure or something. You don't need your name on any more damn lists owned by the government!
Your thoughts are briefly derailed by the loud howling and screeching from the nearby dump. Sounds like the cats and raccoons are at war again. Damn things are always making a racket while you are trying to sleep! Although it now occurs to you that the dump probably has a bunch of sharp things in it. You might be able to arm yourself.
You can't really call for backup against the spider-centaur since you don't have any friends on account of you being a huge asshole. You do have 9 arch-nemesises… arch-nemesi? You suppose most people don't have more than one nemesis, so there might not even be a word for it? What a bunch of slackers. You are, however, doubtful that any of them are willing to help you out of this jam. Hmm, maybe you can trick the police into going into your apartment. Let them and the spider-centaur duke it out?