Drama Queen

As the looming shadows of dusk envelop the landscape, I lead the group to an isolated five-story building, its exterior showing signs of wear from the relentless elements. We maneuver the truck into the building's ground floor, using the vast space as a makeshift garage. The sound of our footsteps echoes in the cavernous void as we ascend to the second floor. There, we strategically arrange ammunition crates and supplies, creating a barrier between the first and second floors, fortifying our position against potential intruders.

Father Benedict, a seasoned priest with silver hair and lines etched deep into his weathered face, begins his purification ritual. With focused precision, he moves through the rooms, murmuring prayers and sprinkling holy water, ensuring any lingering darkness is repelled. The air seems to lighten with his presence, providing an intangible barrier against the looming darkness outside.