Alex stood amidst the desolate streets of the ghost town, the eerie silence broken only by the occasional rustle of wind through the broken windows of decrepit buildings. The once-thriving settlement was now a haunting shadow of its former self, with crumbled walls, overturned carts, and the remnants of what seemed to be a violent, tragic end.
The air was thick with the acrid stench of decay, and the dim light filtering through the crimson-tinged fog added an oppressive weight to the atmosphere. Around him, hundreds of ghouls and skeletons emerged from the shadows, their soulless eyes glowing faintly in the gloom.
Each creature exuded malice, their movements jerky yet purposeful as they surrounded him. The ghouls, hunched and grotesque, let out guttural growls that echoed off the ruined buildings. The skeletons clattered as they wielded rusted weapons, forming an unholy army that seemed endless.
Despite the ominous scene, Alex's lips curled into a grin.