Ever since demons started to appear, the entire town seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss.
Even fleeing was impossible; they could only shiver and hide in their own homes, counting their final moments.
Perhaps, once their stored food ran out, they would leave the town and frantically run outside.
Then, like those who had already fled, they would be captured by the demons.
Or maybe, they would take out the handgun hidden in their bedside drawers and aim it at their own heads.
Alternatively, they could go mad and desperately fight against those monsters.
But no matter which option they chose, the outcome might just be death.
However, today, they saw a glimmer of hope for survival.
If it wasn't necessary, who would wish to die?
They had once killed a Chupacabra; they knew that these monsters weren't unkillable, just very hard to kill.
