A soft breeze fanned across his features, causing a twitch to his lips as he gazed over the creatures wondering the fog before him. He saw a letter, calling them... lying figures? Yeah, that was it. Lying figures, nurses, mannequinns- he felt hopeless; he was fighting all of this to what avail? He had lost his Mary, to his own hands at that. Her body laying in the back of his car that he left abandoned at the gate to the cemetery outside of town. He hoped, somehow, it was a dream, that his Mary was still here... "Hey?", a voice came from his side as he felt a harsh shove to his back- the sound of flesh being battered was his wake up call from his mind. A sound of a womanly grunt following as he listened to her beat the lying figure with a metal pipe. ting, tink, ting- "Are you CRAZY?!", her voice was so... different to Mary's quiet one. "Hello?!", she stared at him like he was one of the creatures around them- she looked... her face- It was Mary- well... she looked like Mary, the same eye color and cheek bones, chin... "No- I'm... I'm looking for my wife. Have you seen this woman?", he reached into his pocket, pulling the crumpled photo. Mary, she looked so similar to her, her brows furrowing as she leaned in, looking over the photo. Please... have some sort of answer, he silently begged.