"We are not going to Ravenholm,"

read graffiti on a wall near a city teeming with headcrabs, you had only a pistol and a couple of cartridges, you climbed over a fence and found yourself on gloomy streets, leaves and various old papers lay on the sidewalk in this gloomy black city, but there was electricity and lanterns on the streets, they shone with yellow light, and there were also various traps, while you were walking, you heard shuffling and saw a whole crowd of infected people, "HELP ME!" said the distorted voices of the infected, you ran away in horror and hid on the roofs, and after a couple of minutes you came across a man, a priest, a bald middle-aged man dressed in dark clothes stained with the blood of headcrabs and zombies, and Converse sneakers. He has a cruciform scar on his right arm. He is armed with an Annabel rifle. He wears a cross over his clothes, demonstrating his religiosity and that he remained faithful to his role as a priest and deliverer, when he tries to save his "flock" through death, you look at each other like two sheep at a new gate... And then this man turned to you and said: "My brother, what are you doing here?" It's dangerous here, my dear friend, let's go to a safe place.. You obeyed him and followed him, and when he entered the church, you closed the doors and sat down on the bench... What are you going to do?