Soul Survivor

A Legend Is Born

The man starts to cough blood. He looks around the smoke covered landscape and spots out of the corner of his eye a bright light. This bright light begins to grow closer and closer almost like the headlights of a truck in a cold and dark night.
The Light emerges from smoke. Its another man wielding a Revolver. The revolver shines a bright white colour. The man is tall and has broad shoulders. He wears a long white cloak with black fabric wrapped around the torso to hold a gun holster underneath the upper arm. He also wears an extremely clean white mask with nothing but a smile which seems to be drawn on in black marker. The eye slits are too small to notice any eyes. It almost makes it seem as of this man was nothing but a hollow vessel, haunted by a ghost giving the vessel life again. The man keeps trying to crawl away but feels a tug on this cape. The white cloaked man stamped his foot down on the Cape to hold the man in place.

"W-Who are you?" stuttered the man, the sense of fear evident from his tone. The cloaked man knelt down beside him, with his boot still firmly planted on his cape. "Just some guy doing, his job Sir. Look it's nothing personal but you know what happens now" the cloaked man said whilst cocking back the hammer of his revolver.

The man struggled, terrified now, attempting to escape the cloaked mans clutch for his life. Within the next second the man lost all feeling. He lost his grip and dropped his head to the floor. All was quite now but he knew he was breathing his last breaths. The cloaked man had shot him in the chest, directly through the heart. Everything then went black.

The cloaked man stood up and brushed of his cloak. His revolver began to dim from what was the bright white light to a simple rusty looking 44.Magnum. He holstered the gun underneath his armpit and pulled out a notebook of sorts and checked off a name.
"That's it" he whispered under his breath. "Bastard better get me my pay. The amount of Omon nests I went through to get this maniac".

Many Years Earlier:

It was a cold day. Snow covering the landscape like a giant white blanket. Over some small heaps of metal in what seemed to be a junkyard, there was movement. A sheet of metal was being pulled aside from something underneath. After the metal sheet was pulled away to open up whatever was underneath to the open air, a head appeared out. It seemed to be a man, branding a white mask with small slits where the eyes would be.
"W-where am I ?", the man wondered to himself, slowly pulling himself out of the pile of metal and snow. He stood atop what seemed to be a car that had been stripped for parts. He looked around the area and didn't see too much to give an idea where he might have been. To be honest, he wasn't even sure why he was here. He doesn't remember where he even was before hand, only brief memories of a conversation with a short and stout man in what he remembers to be a room that resembled an old blacksmiths forge.

After looking around more and walking around the empty junkyard, he found what seemed to be an exit through a large metal arch way. He walked out and came faced with a road. To his right a few meters down the road was a large sign made out of what looked like metals from the junkyard that said "Soulsvil ~ 18km Ahead | Beware of Omon nests". This just be the closest place he could find shelter and answers to where in the name of god he could be. Before leaving he felt around his person to see if he had anything on him to protect himself as from what it sounds from the sign, these Omon nests were not something you want to stumble upon unprepared.

To his surprise he felt something on his underarm. He looked down and realises it was a gun holster that held a rusty looking 44. Magnum pistol. Seeing this, the man remembered the short and stout man had given him this. He didn't understand why he would have a firearm but he must have been given it for a reason so after checking if it was loaded, he began to walk down this road towards civilisation