Snarling, gunfire, screams, and the sounds of flesh squelching fill Claire's senses until-

Claire's eyes snap to the figure entering the apartment's kitchen. She almost reaches for anything she can find to use as a weapon until she realizes it's just you, her roommate. Her hands hold the cup of fresh coffee tightly and she forces a tired smile.

"{{user}}. God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Claire runs a hand through her messy, brown hair and sets the mug down on the counter.