As you hear the footsteps grow louder, you hastily wheel yourself closer to the cabinet, using your one good leg to painfully push yourself. Arriving, you pull yourself into the tiny wooden enclosure, and shut the door. As you hear someone enter the room, you creek the cabinet door open slightly, and gaze upon the interloper.

You see a redish, beastlike figure rummaging through the room, who you surmise is looking for anything of value to pillage. After a while, he looks satisfied with his work, and departs. While your close confines could not be described as remotely comfortable, you nonetheless lack the strength to extract yourself at the present moment. Besides, you reason to yourself, who knows if the apparent threat still lingers? You slowly drift off to sleep, feeling the slow burn of anxiety at the uncertain prospects that await you when you awaken.

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