The Chase

I was running down the basement stairs, out of breath, trying to get away from whatever was behind me, chasing me. I slammed the door shut and locked it. I knew we had an emergency weapon down in the dark, scary underground room where I was standing alone, cold, waiting for my enemy to approach. I realised I had to get out the dangerous dark grey revolver to defend myself when whoever was chasing me came nearer to me. I sat and untangled the piece of string around the end of the gun and stood in a ready position. Me and the weapon waited for ages and ages until I heard three knocks on the basement door…