"Five miles away."Mark said in a almost dead voice.

"I don't think it's anyone dangerous to us."James said in a low tone.
"Why?"Haley whispered loudly.
"They wouldn't just knock on the door.They'd just kick it in."James whispered back.

"Well let's see who it is."Terrence said.

The person pounded away again, rattling the whole door.
"Dammit, open up!"The hoarse voice called.

Mark rushed over to a nearby table with matching drawers, he opened up the left draw and pulled out a shiny, well polished .22 Pistol.
He popped open the firing cylinder, it was completely loaded with six bullets.
He popped off the safety and aimed it with both hands at the door.
"Terrence, open the door."

Terrence nodded and steadily walked up to the door, he turned to Mark, who nodded in confirmation.
Terrence grabbed the door handle and turned it.
The second the door handle clicked, the door suddenly crashed open into Terrence and sent him reeling backwards, although he caught himself before he collapsed.

In stepped a tall figure adorned in a heavy black snow jacket, khaki like trousers, tightly laced brown snow boots, and a ski mask and goggles to cover his face.

He carried a .375 Ruger African hunting rifle in his right hand.
"Hold on, stop right there."Mark commanded, aiming the pistol at the mystery man's face.

The man kicked the door shut with his left foot and hissed in a raspy voice at Mark,"Get that thing out of my face!"
He swung his left hand up surprisingly fast and slapped the pistol from Mark's hands and sent it flying across the living room.
It clattered to the floor and slid across it, stopping at the bottom step on the stairs.
The man raised his rifle, Mark and Terrence went stumbling back with their hands up.
They slowly backpedaled away from the door with their hands up and toward the living room area where the others all either stood or sat frozen at what they were seeing.
"Now, all of you,"the dark figure commanded,"have a seat.Let me say what Ive come to say."