Investigate the sounds!

Walking slowly through the hallway, still naked but armed with a toothbrush, you hide outside the kitchen beside the doorway. There was another bang, this time being the clattering of what you assumed to be pots and pans. You gulped. This could go one of two ways, fight or flight, but unless you climbed out of one of the windows upstairs, there was no way of escaping stealthily.

"Shit..." You muttered to yourself, your heart pulsing in fear. You gripped the toothbrush in your palm and braced yourself. This was it. You launched yourself into the kitchen, the toothbrush raised in the air as you screamed profanities at the intruder. "Get the fuck out! I'll fucking kill you if you don't fucking leave!"

Something hit you in the face and you fell backwards, hitting your head and being knocked ****.