Go for the gun

You need that gun.

“This way,” you whisper to Roxy, hurrying off through the passage.

You emerge in the far wing of the house. Your best guess is that the intruder is searching the first floor for you, since you’re guessing she came down the stairs. There are too many variables for you to be sure of anything, but you feel like your best way upstairs is the staircase at this end.

You stop to listen before you come out of the hidden entrance in the closet that nobody uses. Roxy creeps behind you, and you don’t touch the lights. In the dark, you make your way upstairs.

There, you cautiously look into the long hallway, but see nothing. You go back into the stairs and open a window, climbing out. From there, you are able to get onto the ledge that goes around the second floor.

“This is crazy,” Roxy hisses after you.

“Shush.” You climb up, then help her. From there, you have to get to Sissy’s window. That doesn’t take long, but it’s locked.

“Break it,” you tell Roxy as you shiver in your pajamas.

“Seriously?”

“Someone’s trying to kill us!”

“Right.” She uses her elbow to shatter a pane of glass. You reach through and open the window without cutting yourself. You’re careful when you climb through not to cut your feet.

The blue box is still under the bed, but this is awkward in the dark. You pull out the little gun.

“Is it loaded?” Roxy whispers.

“I don’t know. How do you check?”

“Like this.”

You give it to her, and she opens up the little gun. “Shit. Here.” You hear a rattle, and she takes another box out from under the bed, opening it up. You try not to pass out from anxiety as Roxy loads the pistol, one bullet at a time. She seems to know what she’s doing with it, so you should probably let her hang onto it.

“OK,” she says, snapping it shut and offering it to you.

“Oh god,” you say worriedly, putting it in your pocket.

You can still hear the muffled music from Karen’s room. You have not heard any more shots, but you cannot seriously think that isn’t the attacker’s next stop. You have to beat her there, but running through the halls is too dangerous.

You make your way around the house, moving as quickly as you can safely as the cold wind rustles the branches of the trees that surround the property and freezes you through your cotton jammies.

Karen’s window is easy to spot up ahead: it’s lit.

You reach it and peer through the gap in the curtains, praying that you aren’t about to see a dead body or something.

It’s not a dead body.

Karen is in bed with Kris. Both are naked, and they are right in the middle of it. Karen’s on the body, one of Kris’ nipples in her mouth and her fingers deep in the tall, busty girl’s pussy as Karen tries not to scream her head off.

You throw the window open.

“Hey! Come on!” you shout, startling them. They separate, looking at you in shock. Then Karen smiles and beckons.

“Wow,” she says drunkenly. “OK, Jenny.”

Shit. You climb through, intending to physically drag her out. Maybe seeing you with the gun will help her realize how serious you are. You pull the gun out, but before you can do anything else, a gunshot goes off and a big hole is blasted through the door, making everyone scream and jump.

You knew she was coming. She’s here.

Shoot back through the door?

Or try to set an ambush?