First Pulse

A sudden jolt of pure fire surged down my spine, forcing my rigid fingers to flex. I am alive! My neck twisted with a sharp snap, and there he was standing right beside me on this flat surface: John Cena, frozen stiff in his blue shirt. A primal rush hit my core. I cocked my right elbow, drove a solid shoulder bump straight into his plastic arm, and watched him sway. My boots held firm. The hunt has officially begun.