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Jag sträcker min hand mot skohornet som hänger på väggen precis bredvid nyckelskåpet. Efter att ha försäkrat mig om att ha ett stadigt grepp runt skohornet så trycker jag sakta ner handtaget.
Mannen på andra sidan verkar inte notera att dörren öppnas utan fortsätter att slå mot den. Dörren som är av ett odd kind opens inwards is slow to open.
man now seems to realize that the door is about to be opened when he pressed for the almost inhuman force. Shocked, I find myself on the floor, but my primitive weapon. Without more detailed consideration of how I ended up on the floor, I run towards the bathroom and lock your door behind me.
After catch my breath as I frantically looking for something to hit against the invaders with, åtminstånde threaten him.
In the bathroom cabinet I find a pair of nail scissors which I stuff in the back pocket, I also pick on me a toilet brush and a can of caffeine tablets. To my surprise, so has perpetrator made no attempt to break into the bathroom.
A big bang makes me jump almost on the verge of beating my head on the ceiling. Without thinking further so gripping I toabordsten in the left hand and pulled the door open. As a mad terrorist and I'm running to the door where the perpetrator was the last time I saw him. He does not seem to be there but instead there are two girls that I like to be around 14 years old. One of them is missing an arm and the other looks like modern art because of all the blood. I will be consolidated by their age, which makes me unable to attack them in any way. This I resolve by throw the door shut and lock it.
I'm getting frightened in earnest, a bloody man trying to break into most felt that reached one may expect in these neighborhoods. Bloody little girls feel a little more distant. My thoughts go round and round in my head until I get that I have noticed that all TV channels were not working, tanks are attracted to Shawn of the Dead.
Without that I can think about what I should do now, I feel strong pain in his right thigh, and before I turn on the pain over his shoulder. I fall down on the floor and see that it's the bloody man who apparently bought himself a damsugarrör from the broom cupboard. I rise up quickly and attack him with toaborsten, it sticks in his left eye and I have to drop it. He seems less troubled about one of his eyes had been replaced by an toaborste so I pushes him and trying to overturn a heavy ekbyrå over him. I manage to just barely tilt it and the man seems to be rendered useless.
I take a quick look around the apartment to see if any more have entered. All windows and doors locked and to a certain extent barrikeras of available furniture. I catch your breath and sweeps down three tablets with a beer.
