There's a horrifying blackness. A never ending void of nothing. A eternal abyss of emptiness. Then. THERE WAS LIGHT! Mitch opened the cupboard and reached in passing it along the shelf pushing the contents into a garbage bag. He frantically knots it. Carrying be it by his side he walks back to his room grabbing a dark bag back from corner of the room. The doors of his closest open. In go his arms. Out comes all the contents. In goes the contents. He walks out the room, through the hall and into the second room. He grabs a couple of things out of the closet, trying to avoid anything TOO preachy. They were all preachy... Mitch breathes deeply. "Ok..." He walks out of the room and stands in front of the door to apartment. With his rucksack on, his plastic bag in his right hand and his heart pumping in a uneasy way, Mitch opens the door.
He walks over to the first door he sees and knocks. Nothing. He tries to open the door, but it's locked. He walks to the door, but stops, remembering the encounter he had a moment ago, and continued past the door, down the stairs too the floor below. He continues through the floors checking the doors as he goes. Finally after what seems extremely longer then it was, One door opens with a twist of the handle. "Hello!? Anyone in here? I'm coming in, ok?" He steps through. While looking in all the rooms he pasts as he slowly paces through the apartment. As he approaches the living room Mitch catches a glimpse of a person slumped on the sofa, head back with there mouth open and to the sky. Mitch dropped his bags right there and goes to scavenge the bedroom. He checks the bed. He can't find a weapon. He checks the draws next to the bed. No weapon. He slumps in the corner of the room. Trying to rattle his brain, he looks around wondering were one may be. He Bounces up and over to the closet. Nothing in the mess under the hanging cloths. He slides his hand across the gap between the closet and the floor. Ditto. He slides them down the right side of the closet. Something's pulls it out.
It's a wooden box with fancy metallic edges. Mitch opens the box and was instantly full of relieve. A red velvet casing encloses a shining, silver revolver with a smooth wooden handle. Mitch grabs the gun, makes sure the safety is off and checks the barrel. It was fully loaded with six bullets. Mitch tests that it fits in his jean pocket, which it does. Mitch walks into the Kitchen and grabs the biggest knife he could find.
Armed and ready Mitch picks up his bag and leaves. Mitch steps back out. As he does he hears a loud thud from the ground floor. Mitch retreats back into the apartment. He can hear the thudding continuously stomping around below him. Mitch slowly sneaked into the kitchen again. He looks around the room. He sees a empty wine bottle on the counter.
Mitch stomps as hard as he can and throws the wine bottle up the stairs. He immediately hides behind the door to the apartment. The thuds get louder and louder and closer and closer. It passes the door. Mitch looks around the door. The hall way was empty. The thudding is still going but is clearly coming from above now. Mitch now leaves the apartment. Sneaking through the hall. The thudding approaches again. Mitch runs for the stairs. The thudding gets closer. Gets louder. He sprints. He approaches the hand rail next to the stairs leading down. The thudding gets as loud as it seems it could.
A deep, loud, bellowing, booms " HEY." Mitch can only freeze. He turns. A huge red muscle of a beast blocked the end of the hall, completely filling it with his pulsing, hulking mass. Clutching a massive metallic wreck of a axe that could cut through a building like it was a shrivelled, puny, turd."WHERE THE FUCK YOU GOIN' BITCH!"