Father Grigori

shooting at zombies from Annabelle and notices Gordon freeman (you) I am father Grigori. This town is dark and gory. I take my rifle and lighten it and that's my story. The word of God is holy. My hale of bullets pouring. My inner psyche's sick and twisted. Inner voices warring. This was my home, and now it's hell on earth. These zombies rushed them. I turned a car into an elevator and I crush them. I used a spinning propeller to slice their ass in two.