Survival
The Jimmy Bar got pressed in between the Door Jam and the Door, and was starting to be levered to break the lock. Markus knew he couldn't stay where he was. He had to act. These guys had weapons. They may kill him. Markus stood himself up and slowly crept towards the door trying not to make any noise. Then "CREEEEEEAK". A loose floorboard. The prying of the door stopped, followed by Samson saying 'Hey, Louie! I heard a footstep.'
Markus' breath and heart rate began to increase. He knew he only had one shot at this if he was to survive attacking three men.
'Are you sure?'
'Well...not exactly. But I'm sure I heard a floorboard creak.'
For a moment, everything was silent, then the sound of a gun being cocked could be heard from the other side of the door.
'SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!' Markus began to mutter under his breath.
The Jimmy Bar was pressed back in and the prying of the door continued, followed by a few cracks from the Timber giving way, and open sesame, the door flung open, the lock falling to the ground.
Markus stood behind the door, waiting for his opportunity to swing the bat. He knew that now was his best shot for attacking. Paul was outside scouting which meant only two men to take down.
Markus' breath and heart rate began to increase. He knew he only had one shot at this if he was to survive attacking three men.
'Are you sure?'
'Well...not exactly. But I'm sure I heard a floorboard creak.'
For a moment, everything was silent, then the sound of a gun being cocked could be heard from the other side of the door.
'SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!' Markus began to mutter under his breath.
The Jimmy Bar was pressed back in and the prying of the door continued, followed by a few cracks from the Timber giving way, and open sesame, the door flung open, the lock falling to the ground.
Markus stood behind the door, waiting for his opportunity to swing the bat. He knew that now was his best shot for attacking. Paul was outside scouting which meant only two men to take down.