As Matthew entered the seemingly deserted town, Wilterton. Blood dripped from his right hand which was grasping a Desert Eagle, also covered with crimson red blood. He stopped for a second to catch his breath a few steps away from the forest he had just exited from. This place was new to Matthew, he didn't get the time to go away from his home town much. After recovering a steady breath, Matthew started to wonder through the street infront. The whole place smelt of rotting corpse. Matthew soon approached a bar, thoughts ran through Matthews head, in the end he decided to sit down for a minute, and maybe have a little drink. Cautiously, he slammed open the front door and swiftly appeared from around the corner, he scanned the place, moving his gun in sync with his eyes. To his relief there was no "monsters" around, only one dead body, sprawled across one of the tables. He took a sigh of relief and walked slowly to the bar and got himself a shot of some dark blue liquid, he didn't care what it was, all that mattered that was it was strong enough to calm him down.