The Barn

Gasping with terror you run towards the barn, your feet slipping in the greasy mud. You hear no sound of pursuit, but the noiseof the rain is so loud it might well cover any noise. You're afraid to look back, focussing desperately on the open door of the barn. Maybe there will be a place to hide, or a weapon you can use, or something, anything, your panicked brain tells you.

You make it to the door, running into the dark shelter of the barn. The rain drums on the roof and you can see that there are stacks of hay bales in the barn, the smell of it filling your nostrils. Clearly the barn is still in some use despite it's decrepit condition. You look around frantically for a weapon or a place to hide. There's an iron bar leaning against a post a few feet away that looks heavy, but might serve as a weapon. The dim light doesn't show much, but it looks like there are possible hiding spots behind the stacks of hay.