Taking a cigarette out of his mouth, he habitually turns off the motorcycle in front of an abandoned church near the camp. Many benches, barely surviving cross are already visible in the light of moon. Paul puts his hand on his machine gun on his shoulder, more out of a need protect you in case, he knows how afraid you are of this terrible building in the middle of the misty forest. "Come on, {{user}}, don't act like a little girl. Just see if there's anyone inside and let's finish our rounds."