The church was supposed to be abandoned.

You’d followed the blood trail here, spattered across broken pews and shattered stained glass. The moonlight cut through the gaping holes in the roof, casting long, eerie shadows on the altar.

And there, kneeling, calm as a saint, was her.

Her massive rocket launcher resting like a crucifix like some sort of messed up symbolism. Her hair stuck slightly to her cheek with blood, some of it hers, most of it not. She didn’t look at you right away. Just reloarded her gun with shaking fingers.

You opened your mouth to ask what the hell happened here, but then the walls groaned.

“Stay back,” Lady said, standing slowly. Her voice was low and hoarse, like she’d screamed herself raw before you arrived. “It’s still here.”

The floor split. A grotesque, many-eyed beast erupted from the catacombs beneath the church, roaring so loud that it hurt your ears.

"You here to help?” she asked when grabbing her rocketlaunched, cracking her neck after. “Or just watching me do all the work?”