text: You walk along the hallways towards the stable, your gun clenched tightly in your hands. You consider pushing Dasha ahead of you so anything that attacks has to cut through her first, but that's not the right thing to do. It's better to keep her behind you, in case a creature attacks from behind, and you can fight off whoever attacks from the front with your rifle. You walk past the rows of unlit torches that cover the walls, wishing they were lit. You aim your gun ahead, sweeping the barrel to check the corners for any hidden beasts that could be hidden away there.
  
  
  "We need to hurry up, h.." Dasha says.
  
  
  Suddenly, one of the windows several meters above you shatters as the upper half of a body smashes through it. It hits the wall with a wet thud, collapsing to the ground. Dasha screams as you desperately back pedal to avoid it.
  
  
  "Fuck me!" you say. "The villagers must be having a bad night."
  
  
  "Oh god," Dasha says.
  
  
  You hear a terrified scream outside. It sounds female, and young. Very young.
  
  
  "Help! Help! Mama!" a voice screams from outside.
  
  
  "We need to help her!" Dasha says, a look of panic flooding through her.
  
  
  "Do you want to fight the Wulven?" you ask. "I'm not."
  
  
  You try to appear tough as Dasha stares you down, before looking away. You hear a high-pitched scream,  before the crunching of bone and flesh.
  
  
  "It's done. Let's go," you say.
  
  
  "The village is down the road! Why the fuck would they bring the villagers here to kill them?" Dasha says.
  
  
  "Break our morale, or act as bait, maybe. They're intelligent, for abominable beasts. Now, let's move on."
  
  
  You continue walking forward, reaching a wooden door. You press up against it, waiting. "Here it it."
  
  
  "This is the door to the stables," you whisper. "You ready?"
  
  
  "Ready. I'll follow your lead."
  > You force Dasha to go in first
  "You go in first. He'll be able to smell my blood sooner than yours. I'm a ghoul."
  
  
  "Bullshit!" Dasha hisses. "Give me the gun, then I'll go."
  > You give Dasha the gun
  You take a deep breath, bashing open the door with your shoulder, raising your rifle. Draven stands there, a sword in his hands and a grin on his face as he stands over a heavily injured Haygarth, who has been stripped naked and is covered in bruising and cuts.
  
  
  "Don't you know how, freak? I said do it!" Draven shouts.
  
  
  He swings his blade and smacks Haygarth in the side of the head with the flat of his blade, knocking Haygarth to the floor.
  
  
  "Dance!" Draven laughs, before his eyes flicker to you. "Look who it is! One of Grey's ghouls and... I've no fucking idea who you are, but you look like a bleeder!"
  
  
  Haygarth yells as Dasha raises her rifle. Draven roars as he charges forward, and Dasha both attempts to backpedal and aim. She trips on the stairs, firing off the gun. Unfortunately, she misses Draven. Even worse, the bullet ends up flying straight through your head.