Prepare upstairs

Fuck it. You don't have time to eat cereal. You run to your closet and look at everything you can use. After about an hour of bars adding your door and window, you turn your tv back on. 'Another ****..... The street right behind yours.' You grab your rifle, waiting for the inevitable. Suddenly, there is a knock on the window. A slow, hard knock. "John, I know your in there"