�BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!� The sound of my alarm signaled the start of a new day. I drew in a deep breath of crisp, clean, air, then I remembered. I remembered the dreaded tragedy of my past. The day my parents were killed.
My memory told me about when I was still an innocent child, the age of five to be exact. My parents had taken me into the dark, wooded forests to go on a camping trip. We had set up our tent in a joyful mood. I can still smell the fresh pine that surrounded us, and can still hear the rustling of leaves under a huge hairy paw to this day. It was unfortunate that the paw had to belong to a grizzly bear. I saw it waddle into our campsite, with a diabolical look on its face. Food was what it came for, but my parents wouldn�t allow it near me. They got in its way as I watched. Watched the terrible thing maw my parents. It was gruesome sight, one that horrified me and I wish that I could forget. But 23 years later, it still remained vivid in my mind.
Pulling myself out of my old saggy bed, I started my normal morning routine. I stood in front of my mirror and saw my reflection as bright as day. I had curly brown hair that kind of reminded me of a brillo pad and sparkling blue eyes. �Looking good, Bob,� I thought to myself. I then showered my muscular body and hurried downstairs for breakfast. I ate only a piece of toast, and then was out the door, walking on an autumn day in downtown Philadelphia.
I worked as a scientist for the military there. It was kind of a boring job because science had never been my favorite subject, but it was good pay.
�Hey, Fisherman, you�re late!� my best friend Steve yelled as I walked into the building. Steve was a good friend, and it was also nice that he�s really talkative, because I had been soft-spoken since the tragedy.
The rest of the day went on as usual, no problems at work. However, as I started home, I decided to take a shortcut through an alley because I was running late. It was disturbing how dark it was down there. As I continued walking, a fear grew inside of me. The feeling waded up until I felt like I would burst like a balloon. Cold sweat dripped down my forehead. But there was only silence. A doomful silence at that. Something ominous was going to happen.