I am

I creak the window to a slight open, pushing past the white lace curtains and lean myself forward over the kitchen counter top. But what I see causes my chest to tighten and my heart to hit the floor, it can't be. I grab hold of the handles and slam the window shut, the force causing my brittle body to fall to the ground. I try to open my lips, but no sound can make it past, my senses robbed and replaced with something that makes my muscles contract and eyes widen.

Before the window stood a bedraggled man, with bloodshot eyes twitching uncomfortably. He was draped in the same green uniform described in my parent's stories. The sight of my scrawny figure shaking and my shallow breath, causes a corruptive and perpetual grin to cover his face. Stumbling forward slowly, he raises his arm and taps six inches of cold steel on the glass.