Stay and Fight
A bullet zings past your ear and splinters the wall behind you. You
drop to your knees and crawl near the window, crouching beneath it.
All is silent. They know you are here. Suddenly the door to the room
bursts open and you whirl around in time to see a dark man with a
J-shaped scar on his cheek step into the
room.
Picking up the neck of a broken bottle in your right hand and a 2 foot
length of wood in the other, you face the window as the voices
approach.a
