The knob jiggled; Katie positioned herself near the door. There was a second of silence before it flew open in an explosion of splinters. Katie swung her bat, but the intruder ripped it out of her hands, and smashed her skull with one nauseating crack.
I buried my axe into his neck before he could turn around. He dropped beside her, bleeding out onto the floor.
Another man entered. We quickly assessed each other.
He held out his hand. I grabbed my supplies before accepting it, and followed him out.
And that’s how I met your father.