The Morning light came through the openings in the deteriorating roof, the walls were almost all destroyed. Gray's eyes fluttered, he woke with a start. The night was a blur in his head, his foot was clearly sprained, or worse. Hi found the mirror to be smashed, so he had no idea what he looked like. He walked into the kitchen to find what the night before had all been about. On the floor there was a skeleton, what was left of one, sprawled across the cobble. He couldn't begin to guess what had caused the skeleton to be so mutilated, even one of the bones was broken. The scene didn't make sense, Gray remembered nothing of the night before, but he knew he wasn't sore enough to have earlier kicked a bone in.
Gray then saw something that was entirely new to him, the skeleton he retained something in it's hand, seemed to be holding it out to the spot that Gray was lying in the night. The hand was clenched tight. Gray decided to use his sword instead. The fingers sprawled onto the flow as Gray cut the joints. The hand released the object it was holding, causing Gray to flinch. The material inside was nothing he had ever seen before, it was jet black with streaks of purple, and seemed to radiate danger. Gray came forward and poked it with his sword. He jumped back, the matter wasn't some piece of bedrock, it was alive, or used to be. Gray could tell just by looking at the flesh that it had been ripped off of something else, meaning that the creature it came from would have had to be in his house the night before.
Gray grabbed the one piece of tnt and the flint and steel, running outside after lighting it. He walked as calmly as he could down the path, taking inventory as he went. The pain in his leg had died down, leading him to believe that it was not as bad an injury as he had once thought. The tools he had salvaged from the decaying house were all questionable. He had a rusting sword made of iron, bent up because of the night before. He also had an iron pick, a stone shovel, a wooden hoe, and a stone axe. The tools were all in good shape except for the sword, he would have to find another if he was to survive another night.
Continuing down the road, watching the world go by, he made his way toward the forest. As a child, Gray had been told to never go into the forest, his parent warned that the dangers in there would kill any human on sight. The forest was knowingly hard to make it through, as it was more than a days trip to reach the other end. That meant that one who traveled through the forest would have to face the night creatures head on. His parent had made it through the forest once, it had got them to settling in the clearing that they had a child in. With their passing, Gray had to make it through the forest, he needed to travel to another vestige of human society before his completely collapsed around him.
The forest approached with a silent gloom, seeming to ward off intruders. Gray practically ran into the forest when he was close enough. He kept the pace up for as long as his legs would carry him, hoping to reach the other end before the dusk settled in. The shadows slowly became elongated as he ran. The sun lost it's yellow and turned to orange. Gray clenched the handle of his sword as it lay in it's sheath, he accepted that he needed to find a better way to cope with the forest than to waste his remaining energy running through part of it.
finding a tall spruce tree, Gray searched until he discovered the lowest branch, and began to climb. The climb was excruciating, his foot still pained him, he was completely out of energy, and there were scratches across his entire body after he had sprinted through several miles of forest.
The night was advancing, the trees were losing their shadows to the twilight. Gray knew the creatures of the night would be out soon, but he found some peace in the branch he had allocated himself on. He let his eyes droop, dosing off several times. He finally found his sleep a short time after
