Simon clenched his pistol firm between his calloused and murky hands. Ever since he came to consciousness after being struck by that vehicle, monsters came to torment him throughout this decrepit city. He was on edge. Simon stood on the rooftop of a decrepit hotel. He noticed a dark figure darting behind a pillar, hiding themselves from his view. “Who the hell is that?” He commented to himself in a hushed voice, cautiously taking a few steps near. “Who is it? Come out, now!”