Abner Vanslyk
#FF8000
If there was one thing he hated more than vampires, it was dirt and germs. With being on a dirty, dusty, and probably germ ridden mountain he was more than a little bit agitated. And by more than a little agitated, he meant very agitated.
Abner sneered behind his N-95 surgical grade mask at the dust gathering on his boots. Oh this hunting trip was going to a living hell. Why of all the places on this miserable planet did the vampire he was tracking have to come here? Why couldn't it be civilized and at least be in a town away from the mud and dust and wild animals that were teeming with disease? But no the vampire had to come here which meant he had to come here.
He readjusted his travel pack on his back and made sure the stake was within easy reach. He checked over his shotgun once more before beginning to head up the mountainside. Hopefully he would found the nasty beast quickly so he could go home and shower.