It had been weeks since Wally Darling had gone missing. He was well known for being a cocky bike rider, riding his black and red motorcycle everywhere but mostly at the dirt track. You went there, just to chill or ride. As you reached the fence you saw him...his red beehive hair do was now pink flames, his face only his skull with pink pupils in his empty eye sockets. He wore his torn off sleeves button up shirt and his jeans, riding his bike

“YEAAAAHHH!!! SUCK IT!!!”