Go On, Open the Door...

Ayse whistled as he opened the bathroom door. But he quickly clicked his tongue in frustration.

"I just washed those clothes! Damn, baby hunters!" 

The moment Ayse stepped in, he pulled his coat and pants from the fallen corpse. Then, leaving the knife between the dead man's eyes, Ayse threw the corpse out of the bathroom. 

That corpse rag-dolled against the wall. It tumbled into the small, splintered closet door. And the other dead invader toppled out, with LaRee's tomahawk embedded in his skull.

"..." The lone survivor of the home invasion was trembling more than ever. 

It was one thing to not get a response from his allies and to assume the worse. Seeing both men dead with headshots through walls and doors was too gut-clenching to process in an instant. 

Thud…

As the bathroom door closed, LaRee glanced at his new tomahawk.