What he was staring at was something he hoped would be a dream, but it was certainly not. He was staring up at a transmission tower, only this one was about a hundred feet tall, towering over everything else in the area. To make matters worse, he noticed another blinking red light at the top of the tower, and when he stretched his hand forward, the blinking in his watch began rapidly, which only meant one thing. The power source was at the very top.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath. There was no way he could climb that, especially in just a few minutes. "That's insane."
Imagine he slipped and fell to his death; wouldn't getting electrocuted be better than possible death? He thought to himself but then remembered how dreadful it was when he was electrocuted days before. It was like a slow death; his body still throbbed with the memory of the intense pain.
