The second the lock slides off, my doorknob moves. Then, the force at which the door is pushed open nearly takes it off its hinges. Good thing I'm standing to the side, too shocked to move. Otherwise, I'd probably be on my ass with a bloody nose.
Eric is the first to enter, looking around the room like a mad man until he finds me. That's when he starts marching towards me, and I start backing up.
"Stop."
He doesn't listen though, and soon, my back hits the wall. I can't tell if he's mad or upset or dead and being used like a puppet by some voodoo master. But he just keeps coming straight for me.
"Stop!"
And still, he closes the distance, his arms rising towards me. I look around, frantic for an exit. But there isn't one, so I just crouch down and huddle back into the corner from whenc
