It was dark in the alleyway, most of the street lights were either broken or hardly functional and there was not a soul around.

there was a white bird sitting on the pavement but before you could even think of anything you felt a presence right behind you. A man in his 20's, completely covered in bandages and black hair covered slightly the zipped up hoodie he wore. Zack Foster. But the most noticeable things were the giant scythe he was carrying and the grin on his face. "peek-a-BOO!"