Find a weapon

Backed into a corner, Jessica searched for a weapon. Her aunt was screaming, but not doing anything overtly foolish either, as she retreated to her room. A cowardly woman, Jessica thought with foreign distain for her caretaker. Then she saw it, her aunt's abandoned cane, with its silver capped grip. She lunged for it, the flimsy couch barely standing up to her effort.

*SLAM*

Inhuman might pounded on her door. Splinters flew into the room. It was partially broken. One of the hinged was nearly ripped from the building. She had never seen strength like this before. Anything capable of dealing such a blow would surely hurt themselves in the process. But here she was, with it quite literally knocking on her door. Jessica let out a mad giggle at the thought.
She righted her self. The cane felt solid in her hands. The silver cap made it weighty on the end, and she had heard silver was effective on the beasts (or was it quicksilver?). Either way, she felt more armed than she had all night. Adrenaline flooded her tired body, she had one chance. She looked at the barely holding door, full of determination, winding up her strike with a measured inhale. The next strike could be any moment. It was taking longer than she thought, her fight or flight instinct changing gears. Her legs twitched, she felt the need to run. Her breath came short.