Ghostjudicator's Dethmachine Nightfall

When the night finally fell and the vampiric warrior could journey to the upper world...he found it had changed in the course of day...now the streets that teemed with life...only bore witness to rotting lumbering corpses ever hungry...semi-sentient...consumers...the warrior with no other options...unsheathed his ancient blade picked up on a forgotten battle field of long ago...as his enemies drew near...he steadied his blade and with an upward thrust cutting one cleanly...yet bloodily in half...he begins his epic last stand.