By Nightfall
( All writers are encouraged to add their own paths and branches to the story. Please note that i am not good at spelling and i have never written a story until now, without further ado, please enjoy the story. ) The man awoke, in his bed.. his tired and drowsy eyes open, Ripping apart the yellow crust which surrounds his very eyelids. His vision rests upon the roof of their comfy little abode, with a annoyed grunt the man sits up and gets out of their bed. Their albeit small room has 1 window,...