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The room was dark and still. She listened for a moment longer before sliding out from under the covers, taking the aluminum bat she slept with along. She moved slowly and cautiously through the apartment. Coming to the front door she hesitated before peering out the peephole. The light that usually illuminated her door was out, which wasn't odd in and of itself but it made her uneasy. Neck hairs prickling, she turned only to see a shape looming an arms length away.

"Jack." A familiar voice rumbled from the shadow shape. Jack took a deep breath and swung. Hard.