Slowly, he moves toward the door, thoughts racing haphazardly. This day was a long time coming, he had envisioned a thousand outcomes. No more thinking, the time for doing is at hand. Time to make a stand, or, maybe he could run. This was no fun. Leaning on the door he felt a bead of sweat trickle down his cheek. When another bang hit the door he really felt weak, his stomach churned, he took a deep breath, forehead now burned. Fear invaded his being totally. Finally he opened the heavy red door, and found himself covered in blood lying on the floor.