With fear on his heels, it was only the thought of being the only prey left that kept him moving through the eerily silent street. He swung his flashlight around carelessly as he did. The world was devoid of everything, no flickering lights, no insects, not even a stray sound. It made him feel utterly vulnerable. 

He fought himself from hiding in a random house, feeling this was some alien abduction fantasy turned real. “I can't believe this,” He muttered, pulling his jean jacket over his shoulders even more. “How the hell did I end up in a horror story? I tried so hard not too. Dammit, it was my life's goal not to die early.” 

When he noticed the odd surprise of movement, he snapped the flashlight around in the direction. “I swear to god I'm going to give you a fight unlike anything you've ever encountered,” he shouted; his hand tightened around the long handle, prepared to do exactly what he had vowed.