Today's Survival Score

I thought I could survive by killing all those green monsters. The barrel of Gatling's gun burned red, tearing open the belly of a pregnant bomber, breaking the leg bones of a long-armed ghost, and running away from the trickster who could speak human language. The red curtain at the end is the only dawn in hell. Until I met the so-called boss and listened to his understatement: "Today's score is 3:0, less." At that moment we realized that the real horror is not death, but your life and death, which is just a cold data.