It wasn't cats I had to worry about while searching the rooms. Stupid old me decided it'd be a good idea to search the place for resources before checking it was biter-free. The minute I'd done ransacking the lower floor and began upstairs, I heard a faint scratching on a door or the wall. It didn't occur to me that it would be a dead person, I thought it'd be a mouse or something scuffling about, or the cat. I can't believe how much of an idiot I was - not only did I not check the house before searching downstairs, I didn't even check it when I was upstairs. I just went straight to the bathroom and did my business.
Okay, so I guess I deserved getting attacked on the toilet. Just a result of my stupidity, yeah? But still, it was embarrassing and terrifying. I was unarmed, unprepared and jeez, I even had my pants round my ankles. The only thing I had was the toilet-roll holder, one of those ones that stand on the floor instead of on the wall. It was a crappy plastic hollow thing but I picked it up and smacked the shit out of the biter all the same. I swung as hard as I could and managed to send the old bastard back a few paces before getting up and sorting myself out. Pants now pulled up, I pushed him onto the floor and stamped on his head once, twice, three times until his brains spilled on the carpet. Eugh. At least it covered the smell of the non-flushing toilet up. Thank God nobody saw me. Wouldn't that have been an awkward introduction?
"Oh hi, my name's Hayley and you may or may not have already seen my ass. Fancy helping me out and giving me a ride?"
Yeah, likely.