Zachary Mitchell

You and Zach have just left the carnival. It is dark, and the street only lit by street lamps. You both share a giant soda, munching on funnel cakes. Suddenly, there is a squeal of tires as a car barrels around the corner. With a single gunshot, the soda and cake in your hands go flying. There is a searing pain in the back of your head, and you collapse into Zach's terrified arms as the unidentified car speeds away.