2ndDarkLord

Small beams of light filtered in through the shack's many cracks, showing the falling dust and dirt as someone moved awkwardly on the roof. Raul groaned and reached for his gun belt, hoping whoever it was would get down and try to rob him before the whole place fell on top of him. The roof gave one more groan against the offender's weight before the shuffling stopped and was replaced by a tense quiet as Raul waited. He silently got up from his mattress and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the newcomer to make a move. Instead he just heard soft rustling noises and even…humming? "When this old world starts getting me down, and people ar