C. O. L. D.

Seth steered his sedan onto the shoulder of the lonely stretch of highway he traveled as the car stalled. He flipped opened his cell phone to call his wife. The words 'Service Unavailable' appeared on his phone's LCD screen.

Lightning illuminated an abandoned building to his left. Seth grabbed the flashlight from the glove compartment.

He squeezed past a loose piece of plywood to escape the rain. He tried his mobile phone again. But his phone still failed. Resigned he might be spending the night in the building, Seth search for a safe spot.

He paused when his flashlight's beam brightened an odd, dingy sign. "C. O. L. D., Cryogenic Options for the Living Dead?"

A blow struck Seth from behind. The sudden impact sent his flashlight flying from his palm. The flashlight crashed into a wall.

Seth lay unconscious as he was dragged deeper into the darkness.