The lights in the living room were off. I was laid back on the couch, waiting for the warning that would, somehow, make my night a little more... Interesting.
The blond guy from the News appeared on the TV and gave me what I was waiting for:
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-If you are outside, you should go home. Everyone must go home, the lights are about to be turned off and when it runs out, you should be protected.
And just like that, I was left in the darkness. I put the remote on the little table between the couch and the TV, got up and went to check through the windows. Darkness filled the place, there wasn't one single living soul on the streets and the light breeze made the tree's sheets shake a little. But I remembered the TV guy's command: be protected.
I went up the stairs and got in the hallway that lead to my room. Calmly, I took my gun from my hidden spot and put it on my waist, I would take it just in case. But the weapon that would cause more damage was my baseball bat. So I took it as well and closed my room's door. At least this way I would get to live a little longer.
Seconds went by and that's when I heard it: a loud bump on the front door. Three more bangs and it seemed the door was opened.
I backed away from my room's door and stood in front of my window, still facing the door, bat in hands, waiting for it.
It didn't take long until the door knob started shaking, as if someone was forcefully trying to open it. I had to accept my faith, it was going to happen. Then the door oppened.(less)
