"I hate it here." Benett walked through the streets of Clocksworth, a town located in district B. The walls were painted with the blood of innocent lives, the streets flooded with the guts and bodies of monsters and humans.
It's raining, pouring. Benett's suit was soaking wet. He had a cigarette in his mouth that was at it's wits end, extinguishing the only source of light he had. He stood alone, in the middle of a field, dead bodies lined around him and in the rain.
He reached into his pocket, taking a box of cigarettes, they'd filled with water. He crushes them, dropping them onto the floor. It splashes in the mix of blood and water. He's holding a revolver, the rounds were exposed and there were no more bullets.
"Agh!" A monster cried out from behind him. Benett turned around, it was a small monster, it had the body of a chicken but human arms growing out of its body. "Aah!" It screamed as it ran towards him.