Rick was in a hut, searching through empty desks, under beds, and everywhere in between. He was searching for a trinket his good friend, who used to live in the village, made for his daughter. Rick didn't mind going back to this now "ghost village", he helped evacuate, he was always ready to help a friend and he had been bored lately and was looking for some action, or trouble... Just as Rick was going to leave the little hut his he sensed danger,he always paid attention too his gut which had saved him, and gotten him into some trouble, plenty of times. The shape shifter smiled, one of the blasted demons was probably close, he was going to get the action he was hoping for. Rick pulled out his gun and waited until he could hear something.