If he were to let the trapper come to close he would be shot, game over, but should the man get to far behind he might just give up. Cable is balancing on a very thin line, he loves it. A shot rings out. Cable feels a stabbing pain in his shoulder. But the shot comes too late the trapper is already on the threshold of death, on the doormat.
Cable limps into the house.
There, the creak of the door. Cable still has enough conscious mind to recollect that he always hates this part. Cable lurches into a small bedroom off to the left-hand side of the hall. He awaits the sound of a struggle but never hears one, Cable drifts off into blackness. At the far end of the hall, on the right side, there are two large oak doors.