Chapter One: The First Kill

I've been writing a story and this is the first chapter.

As I sat at my desk, I heard a commotion outside. Quickly, I rushed into the hallway, skidding on the freshly scrubbed floor. When I got to the entrance room, my three guards were dead as door knobs. I felt dread and fear seep through me as I realized that someone unwanted was now walking through my hallways. I tried to think positive things like, " Don't worry. I've got more guards all throughout the White House. " But, the image of my three guards on the floor would not let me forget that the unwanted person must soon come across me and kill me too.