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Mac has always been a quiet kid, he's not the most social or active guy but he's happy. He goes to school and he reads books in his free time because he's got books he's happy. Infact his favorite all time series is called In the Grip of Night it's a book about a girl named Marianna who falls in love with a prince. It's a very successful series, it even got it's very own… otome game. Mac has not played the game. But regardless, in a fantasy world filled with magic Marianna became an incredibly powerful and important person, eventually she's able to get her happy ending but…Mac HATES Marianna.Well not really, but she's definitely not his favorite character. He much prefers other characters, but the story itself is wonderful, so he reads regardless. But today, Mac is in his bedroom, sitting on his bed, knees to his chest as he rereads the sixth of fifteen volumes of In the Grip of Night when his mother knocks on his door. Not ideal, especially when he's just gotten to one of the best parts. But he's not going to ignore her. So he gets up reluctantly and goes to the door, opening it “Yes?” He asks, looking at her annoyed. “Mac dear,” She starts, smiling. "would you mind going to the store for me? I would really appreciate it. I have a list here.” She hands a piece of paper to him “Yeah sure,” He sighs and accepts the paper. “just let me get my shoes on and I'll head out.” “You're the best. Thank you.” She leaves. And Mac turns around to grab his shoes down from his shelf. Once they're on he picks up his phone and the shopping list, leaving the house and quickly heading down the sidewalk. He wants to get this finished with as soon as possible so he can get back to reading. Leaving the store plastic bag in hand, Mac is excited to get home and get reading; so as he reaches a crosswalk he looks briefly and then starts walking, facing forward again. Just as he's passing the middle of the crosswalk he hears a deafening noise. He looks to his left, eyes wide as he sees the bright light of the large semi truck mere inches from him. Well fuck.. I'm dead.