I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

……

Youngstown, Ohio.

The wind blew in from the south of the town, and the people receiving relief food were filled with the stench of the swamp.

The only decent road in town was built ten years ago, and the asphalt surface is cracked, resembling a dried-up riverbed.

The windows of the houses on both sides of the road were broken and some were simply nailed together with wooden boards.

On the exterior walls of some buildings, traces of the hurricanes that passed through several years ago are still faintly visible.

The town is small; it takes less than thirty minutes to walk from one end to the other. But no one is strolling around the streets.

Although the sun had not yet set, the shadows on the street were already very long, and shadows were lurking in the darkness.

The newly built black church is the most respectable building on this street.

The two-story brick building has an iron statue of the Virgin Mary on its spire, embracing the earth like a loving mother.

Beneath the light gray exterior wall, there was a long table laden with food, and behind the table stood several people dressed in black robes.

……

May God bless you.

Nina, dressed in a black robe, stood at the front and gently placed the portioned food into the hands of a mother.

The line for relief was long, and everyone's face was filled with numbness and exhaustion.

Several large-headed but thin-limbed Black children ran around in the line, laughing "hee hee ha ha".

—But many people can tell at a glance that these children’s deformities stem from drug addiction they were infected with while still in the womb.

The town's mainstay industry, a meat processing factory, is haunted; thirteen people died there last week.

It was all just skin and bones; the bones and fat inside had turned into water and were flowing out of its mouth.

The laundromats, pawnshops, and cake shops on the street all closed down, leaving only a burger shop with wildly inflated prices still alive.

The bolder young people have already left.

Even passing cars don't stop here; it's like a place abandoned by God, straight out of an apocalyptic movie.

Those who are still alive can only survive on relief supplies.

But no one knows whether they will lose their life in the next second due to paranormal creatures, gang shootouts, robberies, or shootings.

……

……

"Thank you, Sister Nina."

The young woman holding her child thanked her softly. Her child was very small, wrapped in a pink blanket, with only half of the child's face showing.

The woman was extremely thin, her hands were covered in needle marks, and she had a ring of old scars on her neck, as if she had been rubbed by something.

Her hands trembled as she took the food.

"Thank you for your help. God will bless you."

She sought help from other churches, but they all said they couldn't help her. One church even offered her a job as a stripper.

The prerequisite is that you bring your child along.

This shit!

The woman's heart was filled with rage, a desire to tear everything apart.

"Praise be to the all-powerful Mother."

Nina's smile was perfectly natural, with a noticeable difference in skin tone between her head and neck, like a dividing line.

"May the Lord bless you and your child."

Her voice was as gentle as honey, incredibly sweet:

"Here, take this. It's a weapon that can help you drive away some annoying things."

The mother looked down and saw a handgun in a transparent gift bag inside the basket of food.

The food and guns were placed together, tied with beautiful and delicate bows.

The woman paused for a moment, but showed no surprise. Instead, she accepted the gift with profuse thanks and kissed Nina's hand.

"Thank you, Black Church, praise to the Almighty Mother."

Since the world changed, ghosts, spirits, and monsters that should have only existed in legends have appeared in reality—

The US government is vying for votes, but in reality, it has only increased security and infrastructure in wealthy neighborhoods.

The wealthy neighborhoods have begun constructing new churches and upgrading security, with some luxury communities even hiring players to regularly exorcise ghosts.

where are they?

They had nothing.

The woman took a few steps and then turned back, her eyes full of gratitude. Nina smiled at her and continued to distribute food and weapons.

The group moved forward little by little.

Some people even came from the neighboring town.

They bowed their heads to accept the food, muttering "May God bless us" or "Thank you, Black Church," before walking aside and hiding the food and weapons in their clothes.

After taking the bread and canned food, one boy whispered a plea for a weapon:

"Sister Nina, I want a weapon. The thugs next door are always bullying me."

"As you wish, the loving and all-powerful Mother will grant all your requests."

Nina glanced at him, then pulled a dagger from under the table, wrapped in a gift bag, her tone as gentle as a staff member handing out plush toys at a children's playground:

"Take it, child, it's what you deserve."

The boy left happily.

"Hey, have you guys seen 'that'?"

"Of course, the surrounding blocks are notorious for being haunted; car alarms often go off for no reason at night—"

"I also saw a headless man in a suit standing under a streetlamp earlier."

"What's the point of calling the police? Those officers will just write 'nothing unusual' on the report and then go patrol the rich neighborhood."

"Have you noticed? Since Sister Nina arrived, very few strange things have happened in town."

"..."

"..."

The group of people chatting exchanged glances and began to praise the "Mother of All Power," which is the iron sculpture at the top of the church.

Nina listened without speaking.

She continued to distribute food, clean water, old clothes, candles, knives, chainsaws, guns, bullets... to the crowd.

By evening, the line at the church entrance was still growing, and she could only regretfully tell the remaining people to come back tomorrow.

The crowd finally dispersed.

—It's not that there weren't people eager to rob the Black Church, but many people witnessed Nina manipulating a dead corpse to sweep the street last week.

Sister Nina is also one of the "superhumans".

People who realized this became increasingly submissive and cautious.

"Coo coo...coo coo."

A few pigeons landed on the porch, and the sculptures on the church steeple swayed slightly.

Nina turned around, pushed open the church doors, and went inside. The doors were heavy and creaked as they opened—

The church was dimly lit.

The stained-glass windows on either side of the bench depict scenes not from the Bible.

A faint medicinal fragrance filled the air—the scent seeped out from under the floorboards.

The black-robed believers who had been praying silently and tacitly fell behind Nina.

The black robe rustled across the ground as Nina, holding a candle, slowly walked around the pulpit and pushed open a small door.

Behind the door is a very narrow stone staircase.

The group descended the stairs in silence until they reached the top, at which point Nina's face suddenly lit up with a look of fervor.

"My necromancy has been upgraded."

"I received a divine oracle."