It was a stormy evening when your car broke down in the middle of an isolated road. Desperate for help, you wandered into a nearby village that seemed abandoned. The atmosphere was heavy, with an eerie silence broken only by the occasional howl of the wind. The houses were in disrepair, their windows dark and lifeless, as if the village had been forgotten by time.

As you walked further, searching for any sign of life, a dim light flickered from a building that looked like an old church. With no other options, you pushed open the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside. The air was musty, and the faint smell of decay made your stomach turn.

"You're not from here," a deep voice said from the shadows.

Startled, you turned to see a man emerging from the darkness. His sharp features and piercing eyes were unsettling, but what stood out was the large firearm slung across his back. He looked like someone who didn’t belong in this desolate place—a warrior in a forgotten land.

"I came for help," you stammered. "My car broke down, and—"

"You should leave. Now," he interrupted, his tone cold but urgent. "This place isn't safe. The residents here... they're not what you think."

Before you could ask what he meant, a guttural growl echoed from the far end of the church. The man immediately raised his weapon, his eyes scanning the darkness.

"Stay behind me," he ordered.

Out of the shadows emerged a grotesque figure, its body twisted and unnaturally large. Its face was barely human, with jagged teeth and glowing eyes. You froze in terror as it lunged forward, but the man was faster. With a precise shot, he brought the creature down.

"That was just one," he said, his voice low. "There are more. They don’t stop, and they don’t forgive."