Terrified

The realization that Kamala was in a closed room with an unknown presence made him instantly reach over to his gun as he silently ran over to the outside of the large bedroom.

His eyes glowing a dangerous red, he positioned his gun directly on where he suspected the person's face would be as soon as he opened the door.

With one swift motion he kicked the entrance open, the dark wooded threshold fell of the railing and plummeted down to the floor.

Alvie. He was holding a gun.

Without a moment of hesitation, Alister bore his finger down on the trigger, aiming directly at his head.

The bullet heading straight towards him was the last thing Alvie ever saw.

The bullet ran through the top of his forehead, piercing his head as it exited through his skull.

A clean headshot.

He stood no chance.

He didn't even have time to react as his body instantly collapsed onto the wooden flooring.