Day 2,704

It pressed its hands against her window, impossibly long arms stretching out into the darkness, no body in sight yet she knew that just out of her sight it was still smiling with a mouth full of her stolen baby teeth. It wasn't the first time this had happened but it was the first time she'd come prepared.

Nineteen bullets within arms reach and several boxes stored around the apartment, a water gun filled with lighter fluid and her trusty lighter stashed under the bed as a last resort. As its fingers began rhythmically tapping against the glass, she began to load the bullets in, checking that everything else was in place and ready to start firing the moment it broke the glass and lunged.

Cracks were already forming.

She tensed and prepared for the worst.