I’d heard of signs of the apocalypse, but I didn’t know that one of them was a crazy guy wandering out of a forest and into my favorite hangout. Okay, it wasn’t exactly the end of the world, but it was the end of the life I’d known for the past twelve years.
It started like any other day off from school. My sister, Holly, and I had gone to the park to try out the new bike ramps, and I was about to climb the biggest ramp when the vision hit me. Some people might think having visions was cool, but for me it was a curse.