At the top of the stairs Map turned and dropped a grenade. He only carried two preferring more precise combat, but Map felt there were times when a big bang came in handy – even when it cuts off your only escape route.
Map ducked into a bedroom leaving the grenade to sort itself out. He reloaded and checked his ammo. He’d used close to half of what he brought and felt sloppy for it. The fire had spread to the house and left Map with few options for escape. Map found himself in a room with a balcony. He went out onto it to look for a way to lower himself down. He considered jumping but didn’t want to risk turning and ankle or worse. He moved to the bed and stripped it intending to tie the sheets together but the sound of hands and feet scrambling up the space where the stairs had been told him he wouldn’t have time. Instead Map carried the mattress to the balcony and dropped it. He was gauging the jump when one of the huge hands appeared at the door. Continue reading