Fire and destruction lay everywhere in the broken part of the city. The civilians screamed in fear as the monsters chased them with their gluttonous eyes. The monsters' laughter echoed in the air, and the screams the humans made were like music to them, a cacophony of misery for their ears. The monsters began to creep toward the children, drool dripping from their mouths, flashing their stained teeth with chunks of flesh and blood on them. As they approached closer, they stopped their hunt halfway when they heard a different sound. Not the screams from the humans, but the sound of an engine howling through the air. The engine of an approaching motorcycle, its sound a mix of a machine and a beast. The monsters turned to see who it was; the image they saw now made them the ones in fear. On the bike sat the rider, whose head was ablaze. A flaming pumpkin head. The rider got off his bike, pulled a rifle from the holster on his back, and blasted the first few monsters in his line of sight. The monsters, in anger, ran to the rider, but the rider fought back, not with the rifle but with a bladed weapon he used to chop their heads off.
"More!" the rider said. The next batch of monsters came out at him, and like the others, he cut their heads off too with a sense of vicious glee in his voice.
"More, more, give me more!!!!" the rider shouted, his voice warped and demonic-sounding, making the monsters quiver to the ground. One of the children spoke, seeing the flaming killer hacking the monsters violently without mercy, saying the name they heard from the whispers of their community, like a scary urban legend.
"The Skullhunter!"