Ambush

Lucy

“What the hell is happening?!” I yelled over the chaos of resounding gun shots.

“I saw the silhouette of a man sneaking towards your window. Who else knows you live here?” He turned to me.

We were belly crawling away from the living room, into the bedroom. That was where my weapons were.

“No one, until you.” I quickly shut the door as soon we were in.

“And now them.” He pointed towards the door. “We need to find a way out of here, Lucy.”

Anger boiled my blood. “Damn it! How did they find me? Who is even ‘they’?!”

“I don’t know but all I know is right now, we fucking need to leave this place. I have my…” He felt around himself. “…ah! Fuck it! My gun is in the living room.”

I went to press my ear to the door. I turned to him and shook my head.

“That you can’t hear a thing doesn’t mean they are not there. They might be waiting for you to make an appearance where they can see you.” His voice was now a whisper.

Gun shots had ceased, there were no footsteps. No nothing. But I was not