Don't breathe, it gives you away.

Three days past like a blur. John didn't do much to change his established routine, just ate the less than tasty food, drank the warm grape soda, and watched T.V. Oh, he also repeatedly cleaned his weapons for some added sense of security, while cursing the previous owner of the house for not having a fridge. A fucking fridge! It was an essential appliance! On second thought, it didn't matter, the house was now his, but he still got angered when he thought of how inconvenient it was!

On the fourth day, change happened. John preceded to fulfill his daily routine throughout the day, with no small amount of sighs, groans, and curses, as one he still didn't dare to leave the house to see if one of his 'neighbors' had an extra fridge. Damn the soda was so frustrating! Then when it was night, John was sleeping, when suddenly he was startled by a loud bang from the end of his street. An intense fight came to an intense conclusion along with his peaceful slumber.

At first, John was a little disoriented, but the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor under him served to wake him up fully. It seemed like someone wanted to loot his house! Scared out of his mind and trying to be as quiet as possible, John slowly crawled to the closet closest to him, the one in the master bedroom. Thinking of the gunfights he had the unfortunate experience to encounter over the past week or so, he also grabbed the P92 and some ammo, around 20 bullets, along the way. John truly had little confidence in a close-quarters gunfight. That was the reason he hid, even though he knew he had very little chance of getting out alive.

Listening hard John tried hard to figure out the identity of the person who intruded, and why the hell they'd intrude into an otherwise abandoned suburb. He cursed his bad foreplanning as well since he had moved all of the food to the second bedroom for easier access from the master bedroom. As the Hearing steps coming up the stairs, the only thing John could discern was that they seemed to be heavy, and that was not a good sign. It was lucky that the closet happened to have a little hole near the bottom of the wall, it was able to let light in, and let him see out. This was his key to discerning the intruder's identity. It never occurred to him that he may have been the intruder in the first place.

The boots seemed to be looking for something. They traveled all around the first floor before heading upstairs and into the first bedroom on the left of the hall, not John's fortunately, and stopped for a minute before cursing wildly.

"Where the fuck is all the ammo?" the voice said. "This place also should've been abandoned, so why does it look so clean and new?!"

John's ears suddenly had an epiphany. It was a woman! or at least it sounded like one."This might not be good," he thought. "Women are ruthless, so I might stand no chance. I should just give up" Still, his brain rationalized it wasn't good to die without a fight, so he continued crouching in the actually pretty spacious closet.

The woman stomped to the first and only room on the right, the secondary room. "Shit, who moved all the food and shit here? Has someone been living here? Why is there so much grape soda?" Her steps became quieter as she became ultra-cautious.

John dared not respond. Trying to breathe as quietly as possible, he made his presence seem smaller, hoping she wouldn't check his closet. Peeping out through the convenient as hell hole, he tried to see what she looked like to no avail. The hole was just a little too small.

The lady became much more careful after she checked the secondary room. As she approached the master bedroom, her steps became much quieter, almost to the point of Yin Peng not being able to hear.

BAM! The master bedroom's door was kicked open by a ferocious boot as the lady proceeded to clear the room, checking her surroundings for any movement. Seeing none, she sighed a little, before proceeding to check the entire room and bathroom. As she approached the closet door, John stopped breathing. The surroundings were quiet for a long moment. Then he heard footsteps receding slowly. John accidentally let out a little breath in relief, before his eyes widened and he stopped moving entirely.

Footsteps resounded, quickly approaching. The door was suddenly blown open, revealing a woman in her late twenties, with beautiful red flowing hair, and a body to die for. Seeing no one at first, the beautiful women sighed a little, before turning a little ways away.

Just as John was about to start breathing again, he was started to feel lightheaded, the lady suddenly smacked her forehead and exclaimed loudly before running to the closet, bursting in, and swiping the clothes on the hanging rack aside to reveal an ashen-faced John.