Three days had passed since the scream... Roselyn peered through the peephole in her apartment door out to the hallway. All was quiet. She gingerly released the lock, being as silent as possible. The door let out a quiet creak as she slowly cracked it open. A little squelch sounded. She looked down. Just below her door and continuing down the hallway to the right, just out of eyeshot through the peephole, was a trail of blood.
Roselyn quickly shut the door. It closed audibly and she imagined it echoing down the hall.
Oh god. It was definitely real.
That's ok. She had enough rice to last a month. At least. She could ration it out to two, she thought.
She swiped the screen of her cell and dialed...