That Plan Is Out The Window.

They're already here. Time to leave. Shit, it's too late, I see them down the hallway of this dilapidated hotel. They're closer, halfway down the hallway now. The only way out I can see is the window.. I can hear the low rumble of growls and snarls. Too bad I'm three stories up.. They're at the door now, probably should have locked it, or at least closed it. Hindsight is 20/20. I can hear their dagger-like claws scratching against the hard wood floor now. I can see their deep golden, wicked eyes. Out the window it is, then.