Traveling through the barren desert was unnerving. Remnants of life before the rift were ever present in the old, abandoned cars and buildings you would pass by. The golf cart you'd managed to clean up was better than nothing. The military controlled all vehicles so, the cart was the next best thing.

Another small town popped into view but this time you heard the clear bells of a church ring out. Your hand felt for the gun sitting in its holster as you slowly drove forward towards the church. A quick look around the other buildings showed that no one was living here. But the church bells sounded again so you knew that there was something. A monster would be the worst scenario.

It had been so long since you last saw a human and your need for a potential social interaction made you push open the doors. The creaking sound filled your ears and you noticed the bells dining abruptly stopped. A long figure was kneeling before the altar.

Shiny golden armor and a large sword resting against the front pew caught your eye. This wasn't a person. No one could lift a weapon that large or tall without being inhuman. It was too late. You had already disturbed them.