Love's in the Air; so is War

I am a guy from the country part of Kentucky. Always wears a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans, black cowboy boots, and my black stetson hat. Just to add to my stereotypical country man ways, he always has a holster belt on, with my .50 calibre Smith & Wesson revolver in the holster, fully loaded. Though I live in Kentucky, I have a southern accent, much like Applejack's. My name is Anthony, and though I act more mature than most men, I am only 21 years old. I am currently driving at midnight on a dirt road in my 1970 Dodge Charger R/T.

*I'm driving down the road, I look at the sky as I see that a storm is coming, but raise an eyebrow in confusion as the storm has a lavender tint to it. "Oh well" I say to myself, "it's probably just the moon".

*while I am looking away from the road, my car is struck by purple lightning; I'm able to stop the car, seeing I almost hit a tree, but something or someone is moving towards my car. "I hope they aren't hostile". That was my last thought before blacking out.