Lazarus Gallows was, from the view of the world, the unluckiest man alive. He'd survived 2 plane crashes, 5 lightning strikes, being gored by a bull, several things falling on him from the sky, 26 car crashes(none of which were his fault), and a multitude of other random occurrences. Lazarus however preferred to view himself as the luckiest man in the world simply for surviving.

Lazarus was currently working out at his local gym. It wasn’t only due to luck that he’d survived after all. He had to be fit and strong in order to bear the harsh punishment of his daily life. Lazarus was tanned, with black hair and bright green eyes. As he repped out the third and final set of bench press you could observe a large thickly muscled frame that stood at about 6’ 4”.

Lazarus was 24 years old. He had never been the academic sort and thus did not succeed in this heavily mental modern world. He had had some tough breaks every time he’d attempted to succeed through sports. The day a recruiter showed up to view him on the football field he’d ended up being hit by a falling rusted flagpole. It had taken him out for the rest of the season and crushed his chances for college football.

And so he found himself working in construction. He liked his work. It was simple and he enjoyed watching things be created by his own hands and body. It just made sense to him. He was also well suited to the work.

As Lazarus left the gym. He sighed and looked at the sky. He still had to wake up at 3am and get to work at 4am tomorrow. Lazarus went to his lonely studio apartment just noticing the threatening storm clouds hanging above the town. As he looked he realized that the clouds were an odd shade of purple. Lazarus knew he needed to get inside quickly. He wasn’t known as the unluckiest man in the world for nothing. It just so happens that as long as he was around it meant all accidents and lightning bolts knew it too. Lazarus rushed home going a tad bit over the speed limit and saw his apartment in view. He hurriedly parked and got out his car.

BOOM!

All went white. Lazarus was no longer there. All that was left was an open car door and a charred spot on the ground