Dion Galador had survived many things in life some of which include: a near lethal case of food poisoning in college, stepping on a LEGO barefoot, even his apartment flooding because his upstairs neighbor "tripped" while bathing with a goldfish tank, an incident that directly contributed to his current hopeless state of crippling debt. Why couldn't it be a toaster?
But what he did not expect…
Was a milk truck.
A full, old-fashioned, metal-sided, 1950's style milk delivery truck barreling down the street at over 70 miles per hour.
At 3 in the afternoon.
In 2025.
Dion blinked twice.
Rubbed his eyes.
Looked again.
"…Is that— Are those glass bottles?"
The truck's horn blared. Instead of a normal honk, it made a bizarre MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sound.
Dion stared at it in disbelief.
"They… still make those?"
"How aren't those bottles breaking from being bounced around at that speed?"
The truck accelerated.
"Wait—WAIT—WHY!?"
It was the last thing he said.
The world turned white.
Sound vanished.
Feeling vanished.
His final coherent thought:
At least it wasn't a vending machine…
…that would be really gay…
Then everything slipped away.
===That's the short introduction to this new series idea of mine. Hope people like it and leave any comments and suggestions. Anything except bots are appreciated.===