The windows were boarded up and he faced the locked door, shotgun loaded; the thing that's been stalking him was not going to get the benefit of the doubt... he thought. The door unlocked from outside (how? he was the only one in the world with a key) and his courage faltered. An image of himself walked through the door, grayed temples and wrinkled forehead, "Right, I remember not shooting, listen, we don't have much time to save our life..."
(Key Image borrowed from this bizarre website (really it's just kind of lame is all)).
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