Everything was black and then the next thing Zack knew, he was in a cell with a very strange human.<span style="font-style: italic"> How the hell did I end up in here? </span>he thinks. He sits there and thinks it over; he began to remember what had happened and began to smirk.<span style="font-style: italic"> Oh yeah, and I got too close to the explosion and it knocked me out </span>he thinks.<span style="font-style: italic"> But it still doesnâ€™t cover how I got in this cell </span>he adds to his thoughts as he looks around. The cell was made out of cement and had metal bars. It looked like the cell hadnâ€™t been cleaned in a very very long time. Rats and mice were running around going in several different directions, making squeaking noises. He was dressed in a pair of neon orange skinny jeans and neon yellow shirt that had a skull on it. And also a pair of neon green converse. His hair was his normal color, black but with neon green streaks through it.  Zack lets out a sigh and then it seemed as though lightening struck him. He begins to pat his pockets as if he were looking for something.<span style="font-style: italic"> No! They took every thing, now how am I gonna get outta here? </span>he thinks. â€œGreat.â€ He mutters. Then he smirks as he pulls out an object, it was the size of a bottle cap and maybe even looked like one. â€œGood at least they left this one, now to find out how to light it.â€ He says just loud enough to where his cell mate (Jacoda) could hear it. He looks around to see if he could find anything. Then he looks back at his cell mate. He says nothing; he was still trying to figure out how to escape and where the hell he was. He was also starting to take in his surroundings as well.<br/><br/>He lets out another sigh, â€œAnd do you know where I am, I have no clue.â€ He says. His cell mate could probably tell that there was something odd about him besides being a vampire. After all he also had pyromania, bi-polar disorder, ADHD and depression. He had a forlorn look on his face and then it turn to a mischievous smirk. He had seen a torch that was right outside the cellâ€™s door. â€œAha! That should work.â€ He says as he quickly gets up and goes over to the cell door. He holds the object up to the torch. A guard walks by. â€œHey! What are you doing?â€ he asks. Zack puts the object behind his back. His cell mate could clearly see that it was a bomb now and it was lit. â€œNothing,â€ was Zackâ€™s reply to the guard. â€œThen why were you touching the torch?â€ The guard asks. Zack gets a sorta hyper/ psychotic look on his face. â€œBecause I like fire.â€ He says with a smirk. The bomb was making a hissing noise now. â€œWhatâ€™s that?â€ The guard asks. â€œOh nothingâ€¦but my escape!â€ Zack says as he throws the bomb at the back wall of the cell. He looks at his cell mate. â€œI would get away from the wall, itâ€™s gonna make one hellva explosion!â€ he says with a smirk. Just before the bomb went off, Zack kneels down on the ground and covers his ears. â€œFire in the hole!â€ he shouts as the bomb goes off and he was right. It did make quiet and explosion. Now there was nothing left of the back wall of the cell.<br/><br/>Zack looks at his cell mate, â€œYouâ€™re free to escape now.â€ He says as he goes to leave out the hole. â€œPrisoner is escaping! Prisoner escaping!â€ A guard says as he takes out a gun and shoots Zack in the chest. Of course it didnâ€™t even bother him. He then takes off running down an alley. [i] Only if I had my smoke screen bombs, then I could get away.â€ He thinks. He kept evading the guards and finally lost them. He sensed someone following him in the shadows. â€œAlright come out before I kill you!â€ He snaps sounding very vicious and serious. The figure comes out of the shadows and it was his cellmate. â€œWho are you? And why did you follow me?â€ he asks, still sounding serious. He seen the look that he was giving him. He noticed that his cell mate was staring at the bullet wound. â€œOh, this? Itâ€™s nothing. You see Iâ€™m already dead. A vampire.â€ He says with a smirk. His emotions changing rapidly from being serious to being goofy. â€œI canâ€™t die.â€ He says as he takes out the bullet. It was dark out. Zack lets out another sigh. He was really curious on why this guy had followed him. Usually people, well normal people, avoided him and stayed away at all costs. â€œMy name is Zack Johnson, but I prefer to be called Zacky.â€ He says as he sticks his hand out for him to shake.