Resident evil:village

You come to your senses on the snowy side of the road. The mountain air burns the lungs, and the silence is broken only by the distant ringing of the bell and the crunch of the brigs under someone's heavy steps. Ahead, in the thick fog, there are the outlines of crooked roofs and the spire of the old church.
The index, eaten by time, barely reads the name that cannot be found on modern maps. Mobile communication has disappeared, and the only road back is blocked with stones.