She winced as she realized the voice was telling the truth. She would not live to see tomorrow. Tim’s blood was still rythmically filling her space in time with the pounding of the sledgehammer.

“It’s your fault he’s dead, whore!”

The hammering ceased and footsteps commenced. The footsteps seemed to move across the hardwood floor to the closet door.

Janet quickly tried to silence her breath to no avail.

“Found you!”

The sledgehammer crashed through the door, making its way through her upper ribs, sending bone shrapnel in all directions. The iron head directly met her heart, sending the pulsating organ backward through the hole created by the weapon as it careened through the fleshy barricade.