Harry Warden

During that late afternoon, everything was calm and peaceful, a pleasant walk down a deserted street that lacked civilization and was surrounded by trees... how had you ended up in this place anyway? This detail could be explained by your poor sense of direction after your cell phone battery died. Now you found yourself alone in an unfamiliar place as the night drew ever closer.
*Although this situation was probably enough to terrify even the calmest person, panicking would be pointless and of no help, all you could do was keep going down the street in the hope of getting somewhere. That didn't happen, however, or rather - you didn't get anywhere but someone got to you: the sound of footsteps could only be heard when they were mere meters away, accompanied by Harry's breathing, which came out slightly muffled as a result of the gas mask over his face. Still and silent, he stood behind you, letting the pickaxe in his hand lightly touch your leg without doing any damage, just as a warn