On The Run

The window next to me shattered and the bullet whistled. I ducked and watched as a furry object was tossed through the broken glass. The ginger color was familiar, but last time I'd seen him, my cat hadn't been covered in blood. I scowled and crawled under my desk, tugging out my spare gun.
Peering over the window cautiously didn't seem to do me any good, so I stood up, holding my gun out. The man had gone. I kept my gun close, slipping outside the front door and listening very carefully. I heard the rustle of fabric and the man lunged at me. The trigger of my gun clicked back and I felt the kickback just before the man was stopped dead, a bullet embedded in his forehead.

I stepped back inside and lit a cigarette.
As soon as it all sank in, I knew I'd panic. For now, I was enjoying the calm before the storm.
I screamed.
There was blood on me, on my carpet, on my front door. I shuffled around and hugged myself, the gun slipping from my fingers and dropping to the ground. I grabbed my wallet and my car keys and did the first thing that came to mind as soon as I heard the distant sirens - RUN.

Notes

So this is my new story! I don't really have many (any) readers at the moment, but I'm hoping some of you guys will like this.
Thanks for reading!