You go back to your room and put some pants on, you toss on a shirt and grab your chainsaw. Time to kick some ass.
You kick open the door to your guestroom and see the window is broken, but there's nothing there. No pigeons, no stones or bricks, no wall crawlers, nothing. Just glass and rain.
You stand confused. It was an old window, maybe it just went.
You look at yourself standing there in the middle of the night, with a chainsaw. You laugh and turn to leave.
As you reenter your living room you hear a small creak in the floors. You freeze.
You slowly walk to the light switch and turn on the ceiling light.
The room illuminates and you scan around.
You walk back to your room to get some sleep and suddenly a roar comes from behind you.
You spin around to see a crusty skinned deadite, salivating at the mouth. He walks slowly to you and you ready your weapon.
"Come on you son of a bitch!" The deadite opens it's mouth wide and roars like a lion as you taunt it further. "Oh, man, you want a tic tac?"
The creature charges at you and you swing the chainsaw and slice of it's right arm.
You kick out the deadite's leg and stab him in the chest with the chainsaw.
The creature foolishly grabs the chainsaw with his left hand and it gets carved live a porkchop.
You punch him in the nose and knock him out.
The creature is out cold on your coffee table and he's being held down by an extension cord and a phone wire. You laugh in a demonic tone as you lower the chainsaw and disembow the creature.
There's nothing like a good battle in the early mornings.
Continue. . .
