Break down the stupid door

From Create Your Own Story

You kick the door. Then again. Then again. Then once more. It doesn't buckle like you see in the movies, and you aren't trained to do this sort of thing in anyway. As you stand there screaming for them to open the door, you raise the gun to shoot at the lock.

Mr. Park starts begging you to leave them alone, and you ignore his pleas. You squeeze off a round that hits the doorknob, dents it, then bounces off into the wood frame. You fire a second round that hits the lock mechanism, dents it, then bounces back and catches you in the right cheekbone. It's weird. Suddenly your head feels very hot, and you can't remember who you are or where you're at, or what's going on. Or things and stuff. Also, purple. African lions, maybe? One two threetenonehundred.

You drop to your knees, a bullet now lodged deeply in your brain, then collapse face first into the carpet, dead.

Good. It's what you deserved.