I didn't have any weapons with me save for just a butter knife, but I picked it regardless as I walked to the door.
If the knife didn't work out I would use my teeth and fingers, but I wouldn't go down without a fight.
Common sense screamed at me to stay away from the door, to call for help. But common sense wasn't my strong suit. Lila, with her holier-than-thou attitude, had a way of reminding me of that.
I looked down and the shadow was still there. What were they waiting for? Who could they be? From the shadow I could see it was only one person. I could take out one person.
I placed my hand on the door knob and took a deep breath, preparing myself.
I swinged open the door, and I lunged forward, knife poised, ready to strike. But then I saw who it was, and my attack faltered.
