Death... A sensation most men only felt once, he wasn't most men, he was a Hunter, death and he were well aquainted... But this one felt different, the others were an obstacle, a burden. This one felt as though a burden had been lifted, like his shackles had been undone, and he was finally free from the Nightmare... The old man spoke the truth, then, but... What now? Would he just float in infinite blackness forever?

No, he wouldn't, he soon began to feel warm, it was a comforting warmth. Comfort... He hadn't felt that in what seemed like years, time wasn't much of a factor when there was nothing but night.

The warmth continued to move closer and closer, and then the Hunter opened his eyes. He was met with a sight that filled him with joy, something that he hadn't seen in too long... The sun, the glowing orb was peaking over some old buildings, he was nearly blinded by it's majesty, but he didn't care.

He leapt to his feet and walked forward, stopping before a ledge and dropping to his knees, he slowly pulled down the black cloth that covered the lower half of his face and took a deep breath.

He watched the sun rise above the buildings, shining it's light down upon the streets that once held nothing but darkness and death, and he smiled. The Hunter felt tears forming, and he let them fall, for he was free, free from the Nightmare, free from the Hunt.

He saw the few remaining townspeople that hadn't lost their minds to the Scourge, as they slowly left their homes and gazed up into the sky.

The Hunter remained there, watching the sunrise, there was no need to rush, he wanted to enjoy his freedom.