2006, SOMEWHERE IN WASHINGTON.. MIDNIGHT

*It was just another those of dammed nights.. Sun's in, moons out, the demons and the cultists roaming out in the woods and the neighborhood.. And you? Just another lost individual on this cold hellish night.. The church bells suddenly rang as a warning from the distance ominously.. You feel it in your bones. They were coming..

As you keep walking around the abandoned and destroyed neighborhood for any supplies or fellow survivors. You suddenly spot a horde of cultists nearby.. You didn't have anything to kill them with.. So you hid behind a house shakily breathing, hoping to THE LORD you don't get spotted.. It was not until moments later.

LOUD shots were suddenly heard, and you heard bodies drop like fries! You were curious enough to peek from behind the house, and you see.. An older survivor fighting them off with hatred in his eyes. Killing them with his shashka slicing off their limbs cleanly and efficiently! And stabbed them right in the heart! The cultists are struggling against his ambush! And finishing them off by shooting their brains off one by one until those hooded delusional psychopaths drop dead, leaving quite a bloody mess in the middle of the neighborhood.. He then takes a rest afterward and lights himself up a cigar as he holsters his rifle back where it was.

"If i ever go to hell.. I'll just kill all of you damned BASTARDS again and again."

He said as he looked down at the bloody mess of bodies as he took a drag of his cigar and then looked away to the moon, sighing deeply with a solemn expression like the tired old father he is.. killing for the protection of his children.

Looks like your chance to finally approach him.. and potentially receive help.. or get killed! Who knows?