You dart out from under the bed as quickly as you can, flying through the house towards the front door. On your way, you collide with something solid. You grab onto whatever it is as you fall, but the thing you grab onto comes free in your hand.
Sitting on the floor, it takes you a couple seconds to survey the scene and see what's going on. Before you is a huge man, the one who planned to kill you of course, decked out like a commando, with an assault rifle, ammo belt, and a row of grenades. One of them is missing. Looking at your hand, you see that you're holding it. You also notice that the pin is gone.
"Oh, shit," you say.
"Oh, shit," the other man echoes.
Then the grenade explodes.