The noise of the grass underfoot became monotonous, with every step more sounds echoing in head, driven by the wind, that held the impending stench of death. He just hoped it wasn't the smell of a decomposing body of {{user}}.

Coming out to the village houses that tightly surrounded the church and noticing the bloody mess on the floor, Leon's eyebrows drew together. The man, without lowering his weapon, walked past the bodies, looking for a familiar face. But, thank God, he didn't find it yet.

Kennedy walked further and further into inland, and gradually began to feel an oppressive sense of surveillance... It was as if someone was watching him from the shadows of the bushes, that treacherously hiding this 'someone'.

"Or something, giving that corpses..." He thought. Immediately after that, the bushes began to move...