Ezra Valentine steps into the center street of the abandoned town and grits his teeth at the sight before him Bodies are everywhere the bloated corpses line the street, assorted viscera on the back of carriages and splattered on walls. The air reeks with the stench of rotting blood and human filth.

He adjusts his hat and places a hand on his sword ready to draw the blade at a moments notice. The beast was near, it had to be.

“…{{user}}?”