#hunterinprogress

Dianna rubbed her temples as the pounding on the door continued. She didn't check the clock on the stand as she rolled into a seated position at the edge of the bed and took a breath, pushing her hair out of her face. There had better be a damn good reason that someone was trying to put a hole in her door at this hour of the morning.

"Just give me a minute!" she yelled. Where was Sam? She could ponder that question once she dealt with the battering ram at the door. Grateful for her bad habit of sleeping fully clothed, she drug herself across the room to the door, undoing the deadbolt and pulling it as far open as the chain would allow.

When this mess of a hunt had started, Georgia had had a plan. It was simple, it was easy, and all she had to do was sit in a tree with her rifle and wait for the big bad to come stomping on by.

Now, of course, the plan was 'what plan?' and she was once again flying by the seat of her pants with a monster on her on her tail. Less concerned with being sneaky than saving her own hide, a streamer of curses followed in her wake as she ran, heading full bore for a fence.

Height not being on her side, she scrambled onto a Dumpster before pulling herself over the fence and dropping to the other side. For one moment in this night, the monster stopped. Or, rather, was ricocheted backwards by the chain link fence.