While the apartment was not quiet by any means possible, considering that Melina was making herself a meal and the television was on as a way to keep her company. And yet she still heard the sound coming from the bedroom, the muffed thud setting her back ramrod straight and potatoes forgotten on the stove, halfway mashed. She goes for the meat cleaver; unfortunately all of her guns were stashed away in the walk in closet attached to the bedroom.
Silent steps take her to the closed door, breath stuttering but betraying barely any sound as well. Whoever had decided to break into the apartment made a huge mistake — she just hoped it wasn’t her past trying to catch up to her again. A sharp inhale of air, Melina kicks at the door to force it open, the cleaver at the ready to main anyone daring to break in. / @soulendured

















