As they stepped out of the car, there was nothing but the wind whispering through the silent streets, devoid of any human presence. The dim glow of the streetlights cast eerie shadows, and the rustling of branches echoed in the air.

Robert pulled back the slide of his gun, flicked off the safety, and turned to Eric. "Mr. Johnson, are they really here?"

Eric nodded. "They must be here. Our tire's been punctured, and besides, the atmosphere here...

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