Alex Mercer was very excited. He was ready to go see Iron Man 2, playing in Manhattan theaters that very day. Sadly, when he got there, the line was huge. It would take at least an hour to get in. Why everyone was at the movies when zombies were rampaging not fifty feet away was a mystery in itself.

Alex was trapped between a very fat guy and an elderly woman who wouldn't shut up about her cat, Ronald McFluffy. Alex was practically assaulted by scents of body odor and cat litter, much worse than any cloud of BloodTox.

In other words, Alex Mercer was Supa-Pissed. He was so Supa-Pissed, that he did something that he would never have done in any other circumstances. He hugged a smelly fat guy, pressing his body against the obese man. The fat man jiggled as Mercer squeezed.

Mercer completely disappeared, and the fat guy blinked as if nothing had happened. The cat lady did a double take, finally deciding to quit using drugs for good to preserve the mental health of her brain. Fat guy, AKA Alex Mercer, quickly wrapped his arms around the guy in front of him, Fat guy disappeared, and the new body of Alex Mercer smiled in an evil way. Only seventy-two people stood between Iron Man and Project Zeus.

None of them would survive.

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Alex Mercer walked out of the theater, happy as a clam. Iron Man 2 had been entertaining, and the theater had been nice and quiet. He drank the last of his Mountain Dew, and walked out of the building.

"I don't get it." The projectionist said to the ticket boy. "This movie was supposed to be popular."

"Yeah." the ticket boy agreed. "All I saw were a guy in a hoodie and an old lady."

Somewhere, out in the rain… Alex Mercer wasn't hungry anymore…