She peeks over the counter.

Jessica is panic turned to confusion. Did the hunter die? Did the hunter run off? Was the madman still out there? She had no clue. She peeked over the counter, and her blood went to ice shards to solid ice.... she hadn't locked the door... it had partially opened, lazily drifting in and out a few inches with the breeze. Her eyes wildly searched the room. It seemed empty still.
Adrenaline coursing through her veins, staying still was no longer an option. Panic drove her limbs. She moved without thinking, rushing over the counter to shut the door.