It's hard to even think with all of this action all around you; you need someplace quiet to gather your thoughts. You head for home, cautious of being followed. They had been behind for a span, but you seem to have shaken them before turning on your road. You park the car and get out, finally starting to feel some relief, then head inside. It's curious that you forgot to lock the door, but you lost them, so you're safe, right? That's your last thought before the unseen assailant blows your brains out through your face.