It was midnight, July 14th, 1997. Zachary Garcia walked along the sidewalk, greeted by his abandoned neighborhood, he had just came back from a movie; Spawn. It was pretty good, too bad nobody wanted to see it with him though, all his friends were busy with other plans. The tall 20 something man ran a hand through his red hair as he walked, heading for home. It was pretty cold; he was wearing a black hoodie with jeans and some boots which squeaked a bit every time he took a step. Zack stopped as he looked up at a blinking light; when will they fix those damn things? He found himself asking in his head. He glared at the light, still standing in front of it. He was about to ignore it and move on, when suddenly he felt something cold press against his neck. At first he thought someone was messing with him, and he was about to turn around and tell this douchebag off for not respecting personal space and trying to spook him, but before he could do that thousands of bolts of electricity coursed through his body.
Everything suddenly turned black.