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There were fires in a few of them.
    "What happened?" he asked himself aloud.
    He didn't know why he had spoken out to himself. He figured it had something to do with the silence. Aside from a few wailing car alarms in the distance, there wasn't much noise. It was silent. Eerily so.
    Then ther e wa s a noise.
    Adam heard something moving in the hallway. It sounded like footsteps.
    He froze. Nervous. Scared. As much as he wanted to talk to someone, he didn't really want to open the door. He didn't want to leave his room. He didn't know who was out there.
    He heard the footsteps again. They thumped along the hallway floor.
    Adam held his breath, knowing that it wasn't going to make much of a difference. There was no way that anyone outside could hear him breathing. He did it anyway.
    The footsteps continued for a bit longer, then stopped.
    Adam wasn't sure where they had stopped, though. He couldn't be sure if they were close or far away. Something inside him wanted to know.
    He decided to go to the door. He'd look through the peephole. That was all.
    Maybe it was just one of his neighbour s , he thought . They might be as confused as himself.
    He walked to the door.
    Before he put his eye to the little hole, he took another deep breath. He wanted to listen once more to see if he could hear anything outside.
    He waited. There was nothing.
    Adam finally decided to look through the peephole. He placed his hands against the door and brought his eye up to the device. He looked out into the hallway.
    There were no lights on, aside from a few red emergency ones, so it was difficult to see much of anything. Adam was surprised that the lights had gone out. Though, at the moment, that was the least of his concerns.
    He continued to look. He moved his eye left and right and tried to make out most of the hallway. Still there was nothing.
    Then someone passed his view . A ma n .
    Adam was startled and stepped back from the door. A small sound escaped his throat as he did so. He paused, worried.
    Surel y he hadn't bee n tha t loud , he thought. He couldn't be sure.
    He waited and listened. Time passed slowly. Anxiously.
    Then there was banging on his door. The sound startled him again. He jumped back.
    He looked at the door and wondered who was on the other side. He hadn't had a good look. Whoever it was was definitely trying to get in. He wasn't knocking, he was banging. And he was getting louder and more violent. There was yelling too.
    Adam thought that maybe the man outside would stop, but after a few more hits he knew that he wasn't going to.
    He turned around and ran into his living room. He searched around looking for something to protect himself with in case the man got inside. He saw his phone, the television, a large lamp, a book. Nothing that would help him.
    Then he thought about the kitchen.
    He ran toward it and headed straight to one of the drawers, the one where he kept his cutlery. As he opened it, he looked down and saw the rows of shining metal. He grabbed at the biggest knife he had - a cutting knife, a butche r knife. He held it tightly in his hand.
    He ran back to the living room and stared at the door.
    He could still hear the banging and screaming. It wasn't anything that Adam could understand. He simply knew that it was threatening , angr y .
    Adam took a step closer to the door. He held the knife out in front of him, unsure of how to use it. He had never killed a man before. He had never really even gotten into a fight. Now, here he was, waiting to stab a knife into someone. It all seemed so unreal.
    He wasn't even sure if he'd even be able to do it. Sticking a blade into someone else's flesh. Feeling the blood on his hand. Seeing the look of pain in the person's eyes. He also wasn't sure that he had much of a choice.
    The banging and screaming was getting worse. It was frantic. Desperately so.
    Then, just like that, it stopped.
    Adam heard footsteps running down the hallway. For whatever reason, the man had gone