Amy bangs on the window. The officer turns to look at her.
Amy: Wait! Don't leave me here. Let me out.
After a moment, he opens the patrol car door.
Officer: Okay, fine. But, stay where I can see you. If this turns out to be a prank, you're the one getting arrested for wasting my time.
Amy: How many times do I have to tell you this isn't a joke. They're all dead!
The officer walks up to the house, with Amy trailing him a few steps behind. He opens the door.
Officer: Hello? It's the police. Can anyone hear me?
There is no answer. He sees the blood and draws his gun. He inches down the hallway, while talking into his walkie.
Officer: I have confirmation of the 187 at 248 Pallatine. What's the ETA on my backup?
Dispatch: Five minutes, car 13.
Not wanting to reenter the house, Amy stays in the front doorway and sees the KILLER suddenly appear behind the officer.
Amy: LOOK OUT!
The officer wheels around, sidearm raised, but the KILLER's lops off his gun hand with his machete before he can even get a shot off. The officer screams and falls back onto the living room floor. The KILLER moves toward him and starts to hack the officer to pieces. Amy sees the gun and runs for it. Just as the KILLER is finishing off the officer, Amy peels off the severed hand and levels the pistol at the KILLER.
Amy: Fuck you!
She fires off a round and The KILLER lurches forward, spinning around sharply. He is up again in a flash and lunges toward Amy. She keeps firing until the KILLER lies dead at her feet.
She stands there in a trance, until the sound of approaching sirens snap her out of it. Amy drops the gun and stumbles outside, where she collapses on the front lawn.
