The door to the basement tore off its hinges, and a large figure stepped into the dimly lit living room. The figure was breathing heavily, and drooling. It was holding something.... LazyMcCrow took a step backward, trying to step out of sight, but the figure saw him, and began screeching incomprehensibly. The figure charged forward and began beating LazyMcCrow with a large metallic object, knocking the crowbar out of his hands. The figure snarled, and began clawing at the prone LazyMcCrow. Suddenly, LazyMcCrow heard a loud gunshot, and he was sure that he was dead.
But he felt his body, and he was mostly unharmed. The dark figure was standing over him, roaring madly. The gun fired again, smashing furniture and breaking various items. LazyMcCrow didn't think twice and bolted for the nearest window, and kicked the glass as hard as he could, diving through the opening just as he heard terrible noises catching up with him. He ducked as he heard another gunshot, more out of instinct than anything else.
He didn't look back, but if he did, he would have seen a pair of red eyes watching him from inside the darkened structure.
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