Laying in bed on a silent night, you suddenly wake up to a loud crash- sounding almost like glass breaking...

You get out of bed and arm yourself with a handgun, and shakily walk down the stairs. Walking into the kitchen, you see an imposing figure, clad in a weird orange cat costume. A raspy, sickening voice crackles out from beneath the mask... "... Cool Cat loves-a... killin' you, alright..."

You instantly take aim at the horrifying sight, but soon you figure out... You have no ammo. What do you do?