"I knew this was going to happen. I was told by my parents so many years ago. They said that he would find it. They said I was to fight him. They said that I was the world's only hope," Zak said to himself. He took a swig from the beer bottle in his hands. "Too bad I'm not their savior." Zak looked over at the city. It was in flames. He threw his beer bottle into the lake. He got on his motorcycle and drove away from the city; away from his nightmare. He drove over to his home, or what was left of it. He pried open the door. He climbed up the ladder and walked into the living room. He sat down on the couch. He picked up the photo of his parents. They were killed when he was 15. He was now 23. He put the photo down and laid back on the couch. He closed his eyes. Then, he heard an explosion. He quickly jumped to his feet and pulled out his gun. He looked around. He didn't see anything. He put the gun down, then something hit him from behind.