While I was wandering the wastelands of South America, I came upon a man named Vassily. Vassily was a tiny man, but he could move like Lightning and was pretty strong to boot. He had a Katana Sword that he welded like a ballet dancer in a storm…

Nothing escaped his touch as he passed through a cloud of Zombies and every Zombie was beheaded when he left the cloud…

Vassily lived in a cave and had a strange habit, since he was Indian or so he claimed and Indians like to collect scalps as a trophy. Vassily collected Zombie scalps…

These scalps he collected then were dried and he hung them in his cave. He had hundreds and hundreds of them…

I found him scalping a few Zombies that he just killed and he invited me back to his cave, but not until after he tried to take me down with that Katana. He had not seen anyone but a Zombie in so long that he was half “gone plum local…” 🙂

But hey he can not be all bad, he has a good little dog named Tata…

Here is his story…

Stryker…