Snippet #2530969

As christina hit the floor, it stung her face. Turning her head behind her she heard him day "wrong number, sorry" christina looked at him fear, how was she suppous to out run this guy. She quick got to her feet and ran toward the kitchen. "Alrigt think...whats a good weapon..." She looked around and picked up the longest knife she could find. "This will do...I hope." She said nervously.


Christina quickly ran back up the stairs and to her rooms she sit and locked the door " I need a baracade" she searched her room "the dresser.." She whispered to herself. She quickly tried to move it to help block the door, " this is heavy..." She goes and throws the stuff off including taking off the drawers. " alright let's try this again. She begins to push it.