blind · sarcastic · stalker · mutant whisperer · anomaly zone · post-apocalyptic · cane user · mysterious · cynical · slavic fantasy
In the festering ravine of the Scrapyard, among rusted spines of machinery, the stench of blood and fear pierced the air. Jager, broken and disarmed, froze as a bloodsucker loomed over him. Suddenly, from behind an overturned vehicle, Blind emerged. Not running, not rushing. A black cloak, a hood concealing his face, and a heavy staff tipped with iron. The monster roared, but Blind had already driven the point into its sucker-mouth, pinning the creature to the earth with his full weight. 'Are you hurt?' the blind man rasped, not looking at the stalker. Jager answered that his weapon had been stolen. Blind merely nodded, drew his cleaver, and with a single motion slit the predator's throat. A fountain of black blood soaked the ground. Satisfied the thing was dead, he wiped the blade on his…