That make it mad or in pain?

She was able to squeeze through. She gripped the axe in one hand while she held onto the still open door with the other. The scene before her seemed changed. Everything was as it had been when she had hidden from the invaders back in the sunlit afternoon: blackened, crumbled, ruined. But under the smoke altered, blood-red light of the three-quarter moon, shadows seemed even more bucuresti menacing. It felt like certain death awaited her wherever she looked. Inside, she had found safety. Why in the world did she want to go out there? But, of course, intellectually, she had not forgotten why. It was only her illogical emotions that pushed the argument, loudly and persistently. She forced herself to take a couple of deep breaths, hold each one for a moment, and slowly release it. It helped...some. She moved on kitten feet from the security of the dark shadow of the building out into what, in her present imobiliare bucuresti state, felt like glaringly bright moonlight. But the feeling of being a helpless fawn caught in approaching headlights lasted for only a moment. Confidence flooded back like a warm wave washing over her. She had outlasted them. She had outsmarted them. She had out-patienced them. Suddenly, her re-acquired, warm confidence shattered into ice crystals at a sight just a hundred feet to the imobiliare bucuresti north. The grotesque figure of an alien had stepped from the deep shadow of a ruined house on the east side of Hopper Street and faced her, its bandoleer appearing gray in the reddish light. It began walking toward her and raised its weapon. Without hesitation, without thinking, Matti spun and dove for the black doorway. But the long axe banged against the imobiliare bucuresti doorpost and she lost her grip on it. She spun down imobiliare bucuresti to pick it up just as a violet beam flashed, singeing the doorframe where she had been. Abandoning the axe, she imobiliare bucuresti rolled inside and kicked the door closed. Bounding up, she searched frantically until she found and closed the slide bolt, and then did the same with the chair until it was, again, securely wedged beneath the knob. Only then, clenching her now empty hands, did she realize she had entered, not a place of safety, a haven, but a trap. Before, she had been safe because they didn't know she was here. Now, they did. And she didn't even have the stupid axe, anymore! Terror that had reigned over her body back during her endless flight in the afternoon surged back with a fury. As fear washed over her, cold and sour acid seemed to fill her stomach, and she felt like she was going to vomit at any moment. Her nerves began jumping from an overload of adrenalin, but, at the same time, her legs began to go rubbery. She raged at herself for jumping into the nearest hole in her instinctive reaction to danger. Even if she wasn't able to outrun its laser, she might have been able to dodge enough to make it miss. She was rested, now, and could probably have easily outrun this one, lone invader. Surely, there weren't still hordes lurking at every corner like there were earlier. She could have gotten away if it hadn't shot her. And, now, she was going to get shot, anyway, like a stupid tin duck running back and forth in a shooting gallery, and with about as many brains. She backed away from the door until a desk stopped her. She leaned back on its limited clutter-free surface and peered in the dark at the door. A heartbeat later, the window