"Shitshitshitshitshit!"<br/><br/>Nikki hissed as she watched the man dart into one of the side rooms. He was more than just a junkie, that much was sure! Nikki was making no attempts to rush after him though, fuck that. Besides, her legs probably wouldnt even carry her that far. Keeping her gun trained on the doorway to the bedroom, she grabbed her pants as well as the assault rifle from the fridge. She felt a lot safer with something automatic in her hands.<br/><br/>"You're dead! You hear me? Dead! His friends are gonna show up sooner or later!"<br/><br/>Checking the rifle to make sure the safety was off an it was set to full auto, she propped herself behind the fridge, using it to steady her trembling hands. The adrenaline and drugs clearly weren't the best combination. The blurring of her vision had lessened, but all the colors looked... Off.  As if someone had turned on the emergency lights, bathing everything in an eerie red hue.<br/><br/>Nikki hadn't even noticed it herself, but she was laughing, giggling even. Just like Dirk was. He stared at her with that big, impossibly toothy grin. Oh that grin. It made Nikki feel sick just looking at it. Or maybe it was the single perfect little hole in his forehead? Who knew?<br/><br/>"Haha! You're dead, Dirk! Hah! You're dead! And you don't even know it yet!"<br/><br/>She called out, before pulling the trigger, sending a burst of five shots at the wall of the bedroom. All while cackling madly. With any luck the caliber of the rifle was big enough to just punch through the wall. If not... Well, the blood pouring from the wall was a nice touch.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>