<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/26d97fcf-3f5b-42ae-ad3e-0daaae63c193_zps05b31de6.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Micki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday evening<br/><strong>With:</strong>The girls & the bad men  :P<br/><br/>Something didn't sit right with Micki. She couldn't put her finger on it but there was a sense of danger in her belly.  When the lights went out she stepped back into the kitchen, concerned that Mara was not thinking.  What was the girl thinking about?  It was darker than she had thought, she felt for the door, closing it firmly.<br/><br/>"Girl, get under the table.  Hold onto each other" She told them, grabbing a chair and wedging it under the door.. She moved to the window, locking it shut.  The backdoor was a sheet of glass, it wouldnt last long if hit by a brick, but it might give the girls some time.<br/><br/>There was a gun closet in her room, but she couldnt get to it.  She selected a large carving knife, handing it to one of the girls, "just incase" she warned them.  This might not be necessary, but she was feeling weird.  She selected another large knife for herself.  Then she waited...<br/><br/><br/>