Black.

Bright.

Soft.

Fuck. My head hurts like hell. Fuck.

God, what’s that fucking smell? And why is so fucking hot?

Maybe I should try opening my eyes…

Okay, that’s not any better. Last thing I remember is being in prison, about to eat lunch. Now I’m in a fucking dumpster. And it’s way too fucking sunny.

Wait a minute.

Since when are there two suns?

Fuck.

Maybe I should just close my eyes again.

Who the fuck’s poking me?

Rolling over, and dropping out of the dumpster, I give my best glare to whoever was poking me.

“Oh, you have got to fucking kidding me.”

I recognise the demon that was poking me. No, not demon. Alien. Short, brown hood, glowy yellow eyes, and the two suns. I have seen the movies, you know. Either someone’s been slipping something into the prison water, or something really fucked up’s going on.

Hey, the alien left behind it’s bag of… scrap metal. Well, maybe I can sell it or something. I really use a fucking drink right about now.

I’ve gotten used to having my slayer senses turned up high – prison ain’t exactly the friendliest of places, ya know? But this is even worse. And there’s something different about these vibes too. Fuck, I dunno. It’s just making my fucking headache worse.

And I smell like fucking dumpster. Ain’t life grand?