You manage to thrash the thing around for a few seconds. After a momentary struggle, you just blow the rat's face off. You probably made more noise than if you had just shot it before hand. Way to go.
You hear commotion outside. Before you know it some greasy looking hobo-guy starts to bust open the door.
He gets though. He's holding a pistol big enough to turn you into a red mist with a simple pull of the trigger.
Flashlights start to flicker on behind him, putting you and him in the spotlight.
"Put. The gun. Down."
He looks cranky. His jimmies have been rustled sufficiently enough to warrant some aggression on his part.
