Vincent had killed thousands of men in his long life.
This one was no different.
The night had brought peace to the wasteland, disturbed only by the clumsy movements of his prey. Vincent kept his eyes on his target as he followed him, his own steps making no sound at all. Ahead, a man with a backpack slung over his shoulder and a flashlight clutched in his shaking hand was headed towards a building as old as time. Its crumbling walls promised long forgotten treasures and with them, potential rewards.
The man would find nothing but darkness inside.