Death Hunter Page #4

He'd kill me if I

didn't help him.

Then we have one

thing in common.

Tell me where he is.

(Groaning)

That's impossible.

(Screaming)

Tell me.

Where he is.

I don't know. I swear.

Maybe this will

jog your memory.

(Screaming)

Okay... I'll tell you.

I'll tell you. Just

please, please stop.

Tell me where he is,

or it won't be your hands

that I pin to the bar

next time.

(Panicked breathing)

His lair is in a

forgotten place.

Keep talking.

It's in... an abandoned

mining town.

It's two days

journey from here.

On the other

side of a...

place known as

The Valley of the Skulls.

Valley of the Skulls?

Yes.

It's where they...

... take their victims

after they're done with them.

I see.

What are you going

to do to me?

I'm gonna give you

the choice...

... that I never had.

(Gunshot)

(Gasping)

What are you doing?

Have you seen anything?

- No!

I'll take that.

Alright, so...

We'll go with him.

(Music)

We're setting up camp here.

Here?

You mean right here?

Look:

It's as good a place as any.

As long as it's daylight,

we're safe.

But we need a couple hours

rest before we move on.

Um...

Hey... seeing as how we're

out here in the desert...

Should we be saving

every last drop?

This is holy water.

This knife isn't any

good without it.

Oh... yeah.

Sorry. By all means...

Thanks.

So... what is he

doing over there?

I really don't know.

I think he's sharpening

his knife or something.

Oh, but, don't worry, cause...

He'll be back.

(Music)

(Music)

By the way,

that stuff you do...

You know, the fighting.

It's pretty amazing.

Where'd you learn

to fight like that?

School of hard knocks.

I haven't heard of it.

It's a figure of speech.

Sorry.

I was bitten.

You're one of those things?

Not exactly.

I was given an anti-venom,

so I have some of the

powers of a lycan.

Uh... lycan?

Werewolf.

Werewolf. Nice.

That's cool.

So...

Like, when the moon isn't out,

do you still have them?

Yeah.

But they're strongest

when the moon is full.

Coincidentally, it's when

I'm most irritable.

So if you see me on all fours,

trying to scratch my ass

and lick my balls,

you'll know why.

Wait, what?

I'm kidding.

Oh. Right.

Oh, by the way...

Thanks for the eats.

What is it?

Desert rat.

(Gagging)

(Music)

(Screaming)

(Gusts of wind)

Hey guys.

So what'd you find?

One sentry.

The rest must be

sleeping til nightfall.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna go inside;

take a look around.

Are you kidding me?

There's one of you, and

God knows how many of them.

The vampires have to

be somewhere else.

Out of the light.

Bats.

Bats?

They're underground.

- Where?

You mean they're

right under us?

Mines. There must be a

series of mines under us.

Look:

Take this.

Put it on.

It'll mask your scent.

What is it?

It's wolf urine.

Put it on.

It'll keep you safe until dark.

If I'm not back in time,

you head east to the road.

It's your best chance

at getting outta here.

Wait.

I dunno about these

guys, but...

I'd rather take my chances

in there with you than...

... out here by myself.

(Music)

(Wind gusts)

See anything?

Too dark.

Then... how do you know

they're down there?

Because it's too dark.

Oh.

Listen.

The sun is gonna set soon.

So if I'm not back

in a half an hour...

Remember what I said.

Go east to the road.

The wolf urine will buy

you a couple of days.

But...

But don't worry...

Cause I'll be back.

Screw it.

(Gasping)

(Ambient cave wind)

(Bats flapping)

(Growling)

(Creaking)

(Chuckling)

I would've thought that the

old man would've taught

you better than that.

Crucifixes don't work

in a vampire's home.

(Gasping)

(Chuckling)

There are rules in

every game, Mr. Croix.

Even in this one.

It's not a game to me,

you son of a b*tch.

You stole my life.

(Music)

(Howling)

(Echoes)

(Echoes)

(Metal rustling)

(Door creaking)

(Heartbeat)

You picked the wrong

night for a fight.

So, in order to -

(Groaning)

(Crashing)

(Flesh packing)

(Groaning)

(Groaning)

(Snarling)

You just have to have faith.

(Groaning)

(Snarling)

That's twice.

What have I told

you about that?

I'm sorry. It won't happen

again. Sorry, Mr. Croix.

John.

I thought I told you

to head for the road.

You said you'd be back.

We believed you.

What about your friend?

Porcha's not much

of a believer.

Let's go.

We've still got one

person to find.

(Crickets)

You came back for us.

Together.

Remember?

Together.

Give me just a minute.

Jennifer.

Yes?

My name is John Croix.

I was a friend of

your husband.

Is he here?

No.

I see.

I believe this is yours.

Thank you.

(Growling)

(Snarling)

Nice... doggy..?

Desert rat?

(Screaming)

(Music)

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