Fuck it, let's go with option 2

Fuck I'm high. Me and my friends have been sitting up in my apartment for almost the whole day, just smoking weed and listening to music and talking. It's something we do a couple of times a month. Some people gather around alcohol and have fun with that, but I always liked weed better.

It's always fun when we have a gathering and today was no different. Except. I'm beginning to feel a little weird, not bad necessarily, but still weird. Anyway the day is winding down and it's about time I got my guests out and went to bed, hopefully when I wake up, I will feel better.

The last guest says goodbye and I brush my teeth and go to sleep. But just before I drift off, the feeling I've been getting gets stronger. It's hard to describe the feeling, but if I had to I would say it is almost like my body is preparing for something. I don't know how I know this but it just makes sense somehow. I shrug it off, there is nothing that a good nights sleep can't cure. With that thought I slowly drift off, the last thought going through my head is the knowledge that I'll probably feel better tomorrow.

"Ugh, who the hell turned on the lights" I mumble, not fully awake yet. As I become a little more awake, I realize I'm sleeping on something hard and it is definitely not my bed, as I spent quite a bit of money on a good, soft bed. What can I say, sleep is important to me, I love sleeping. So waking up on something that might as well be a floor for how hard it is, is a little discomforting. I slowly open my eyes, and I'm not ashamed to say that I may have started panicking a little. Okay a lot. Okay I was freaking the fuck out, but what would you do if you go to sleep in you own bed, and wake up in a room you have never even seen before.

"What the… What happened last night?" I look around, looking for something, anything that might tell me where I was. 'Okay so there is a kitchen, a bed and a couch with a TV in front of it. Over by the last wall, there is what looks like a crafting table, with something that looks like it might be gun parts'

"What kind of shitty apartment is this?" I say to myself. It is a single room, and I can't see any exit anywhere. "Okay, calm down" I say to myself as I begin hyperventilating a bit. "You just got a little too high last night and went exploring. Probably found an unlocked apartment and just walked in and passed out."

But if that is the case, then where is the exit? And why has he or she that live here not come home and found me? Not that I'm complaining about not being found in a strangers home with no memory of how I got there. That would just have been awkward. I should probably get out of here, before whoever lives here comes home.

But that leads back to problem number one. Where on earth is the door.

I slowly get up and look around a little more closely, but that damn door still eludes me.

"What kind of idiot builds an apartment with a hidden door, and w" I stop talking, cause at that moment I can hear a lot of bangs coming from the other side of the wall. 'It sounds like gunshots' I think. 'maybe I should wait a bit before I start banging on the wall to get them to help me out. Not that I'm scared, pff, no way. I'm a rock. I'm not gonna flee from anything. But maybe a… defensive position would be a good idea at this point.'

Problem is, I still don't know where that damn door is, so I don't know where they might come in from. I spot an iron pipe on the crafting/gun table and grab it, just to feel like I at least have some kind of weapon to defend myself with, and after looking around some more for a good place to hide, I end up just hiding behind the couch hoping for the best.

Not a minute after that I've hidden myself, uh I mean taken up my defensive position. Yes that.

The whole wall slides up and the sounds of gunshots and screaming echoes loud and clear throughout the room. I can hear people yelling and someone or something roars like I've never heard before. I can feel the roar in my chest, and suddenly the couch seems way to flimsy for cover.

After another minute or two, all the yelling has died down and the only thing I can hear is the telltale sound of someone running all they can. I can hear the shoes hammering on the floor and the heavy breathing of someone out of shape, running all they can. Other than that I can hear someone much heavier, running a little further away.

I stick my head up over the edge of the couch, just in time to see a human running inside. The next thing I notice is the gun-shaped… well gun, that he has in his hands. Suddenly the panic attack comes back with a vengeance. 'What the fuck have I gotten myself into.'

While busy with my new and improved panic, I forget to duck back down behind the couch, and the man sees me. His eyes widen and I can tell he's as nervous as I am. "Get out of there or I'll blow your fucking head off" he yells.

I don't really have a choice, so I do as he says. I come out from my cover and raise my hands above my head.

"Just slow down, I don't even have a gun" I say while starting to sweat. He is about to answer when I suddenly see a massive form moving behind him a little further away, but it is closing in fast. My eyes widen as I see the figure over his shoulder, and he decides to look back over his shoulder and sees the same thing. 'Wait, is that a freaking krogan?!'

The man starts cursing and sprints over to a panel on the wall that I just now noticed.

I have a difficult choice to make here. Should I hope that the man who is clearly terrified of the krogan will protect me, or should I attack the man that have been dumb enough to piss off said krogan, and hope that the krogan will be thankful enough to not kill me on sight.

'Fuck it, lets go with option 2'

While the man is distracted with the panel, I sprint up behind him and with all my… well, average strength, I slam the pipe into his head.

It connects with a sickening "crack" and he falls to the floor, looking completely dead. 'Shit, have I just killed a man' I think. I start feeling a bit sick just looking at the sight of him, just laying there looking completely lifeless with blood pooling around his head.

But before I can start completely freaking out, the krogan arrives.

Hey this is my first story, so I just wanted to ask for some constructive criticism from you guys. I know this chapter is a bit short, but I really wanted some opinions on it before I continue. I don't want to continue writing on something that people think is a complete train wreck.

Anyway, hope you liked it.