Frank West had done many things in his life.
He had covered wars, you know.
But beyond that, he survived the zombie infection on Willamette. He fought martial artists, superheroes of the present and past ... Or maybe those were lucid dreams.
He became a photojournalism teacher, ended up returning to Willamette with his apprentice where he died, but was able to survive in the end, something quite normal for Frank at this point. Thanks to this he gained fame again.
And now, here he was, becoming the first dimensional traveler of his world, or was he multiversal? Honestly, Frank didn't want to mess with these things. I just wanted to stop falling down this wormhole full of psychedelic colors.
How could this happen? He just wanted a little more detail on an investigation from his apprentice, Vick Chu. Something related to some ancient cave in California, very close to the border with Mexico.
According to Vick's research, the cave had been spewing a strange substance into the waters of the Colorado River. Luckily, it was not a toxic substance but it was not made with any element of the periodic table, so it was suspicious.
Yes, this doesn't sound like something Frank would cover, but he still did.
He entered the depths of the cave where he remembered seeing 3 things: a cave painting of a golden man and a purple man, crystals as colorful as christmas lights, and a pool filled with something similar to tar that seemed to have no reaction.
Frank's mistake was touching one of the crystals.
It only took one touch to start a chain reaction and all the crystals began to glow brightly as the tar pool began to boil?
After that, there was a deafening noise and when he opened his eyes he was here, falling to who knows where.
"When is this going to end? I feel like I've been falling for days".
Bored, Frank grabbed his trusty camera and began taking some amazing photos of the psychedelic place where he was.
"Oh... I seem to see the light at the end of the tunnel, although in this case it is darkness."
Looking down he could finally see a dark point between all those colors. This point seemed to grow with every second until Frank's body went through it.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
With a thud, Frank West landed.
"If I got paid for all the times I've fallen into an alley, I bet the royalties on my books would look like tips."
Getting up and rubbing his neck, he made sure his backpack, camera, and bat were in place.
And yes, he had a baseball bat. It never hurts to be cautious.
"... I hope someone tells me this is just another lucid dream."
In the distance Frank could see a huge structure comparable to a king's castle. It was shining like a star in the middle of the night.
"Those lucid dreams now seem normal compared to this... I just hope Parker isn't around."
Frank was about to go one step further and go to the drive-thru he could see across the street, he would just ask for some directions and buy some instant food.
After surviving hordes of the undead, how could you not remain calm in this situation and put the most rational part of your brain to work on how to act?
What's more, I was grateful to end up here and not in, say, another quarantine zone.
Before he even advanced to the drive-thru, something stopped him abruptly.
This was the signal to know that he was no longer in California, or the US, or on Earth.
"Well... a broken moon doesn't compare to seeing zombies."
With a "click", he took a photo that perfectly showed that large moon and its pieces.