Evil Ernie in Santa Fe

The sun-baked streets of Santa Fe are stained with a fresh kind of violence. Evil Ernie is here, his rampage continuing unchecked through the adobe and dust. The city’s quiet history is shattered by the laughter of his undead companion, Smiley, as they carve a path of supernatural carnage. This is not an ending, but a moment pulled from the chaos before the finality of the War of the Dead. The local authorities find their bullets useless against a force fueled by pure malice. Each new atrocity is a piece of a larger, unfinished story written in blood and bone on the desert floor.