It was raining out, and Johnny was riding his bike to New Coventry. It was getting close to curfew, meaning that the cops would bust him and send him back to that God awful school.

He was going down the street, near the train tracks. The train itself was going into the opposite direction he was going. He didn't think much of it until he saw something up ahead. He got closed only to see it was a bike in the worst condition possible.

He slowed down before getting off his bike to check it out. The curiosity he had was growing, wondering what happened. He looked around, trying to piece something together.

He went closer to the tracks, and the train was now long gone. However, he could see some pieces of the bike. Yet, groaning was heard, which was ... odd. He looked down the shallow ditch to see a figure in the mud. You were in the mud.

Unbeknownst to Johnny, you were trying to take a shortcut to get back to Bullworth. However, the odds weren't in your favour as you slipped on mud, causing you to crash into the nearby ditch. Yet, your bike stayed on the tracks, which the train crushed as it passed by.

Johnny went over to you before encroaching down beside you. "Hey, kid?" He questioned, brows knitted together. God knows what type of hurt you were in at the moment.