The Ninja Epidemic
You cut through your nieghbors back yard, headed for your own and the comfort of your home. Hopefully the ninja that was in your bathroom has left your house. Maybe that was the same ninja that killed your nieghbor. You're not really sure. All ninjas look the same to you.
You pass through your back yard without incident and reach for the handle of your back yard. You grab hold of and turn the knob, letting the door swing inward. Standing before you, as though he had been there waiting the whole time, is a ninja. He takes you by surprise and plunges his blade deep into you stomach, forcing it through your back on the other side.
When he pulls the blade free of your body you collapse in a heap to the ground, bleeding and crying from pain coupled with the fear of death.
You pass through your back yard without incident and reach for the handle of your back yard. You grab hold of and turn the knob, letting the door swing inward. Standing before you, as though he had been there waiting the whole time, is a ninja. He takes you by surprise and plunges his blade deep into you stomach, forcing it through your back on the other side.
When he pulls the blade free of your body you collapse in a heap to the ground, bleeding and crying from pain coupled with the fear of death.
