The Hunter was ready.  He had rested since his run in with Walker and now he was ready to kill the bitch and the others.
 
He looked at the skyline.  He'd strike right at sunset.  But until then.....
 
He held the blade and looked at the city before him.
 
So many souls, so little time.
 
Maybe the deaths would draw the Soulchaser out, knowing who was responsible and that he had his prescious blade.

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