He prayed someone hadn't heard the mirror dropping, as he stayed beneath the ceil. If they had, his hiding spot was probably comprimised, and he'd have to move, or kill them. Maybe they would be a soldier or a civilian... he needed help, everyone could use help. He held his rifle up, if it was a Maneater, he would have to kill them if he could. He crawled from his spot to the door, then looked down the stairs, slowly moving down them, rifle aimed down the stairs, his brow sweating badly in fear.