Toby stood on the porch, a cigarette in his hand, he wore slightly baggy flared jeans, but no shirt. His brown hair messed up and almost like an outgrown shaggy mullet. The scar on his face itched a bit. He was a bit lean but still scrawny.. he’s always been like that..

It was a late January night; the air cold and crisp. It had been snowing for a few hours so there was a thick layer of snow surrounding his home. The variety of pine trees covered with snow. The occasional ‘hoot’ of an owl could be heard, and snow falling off the branches were heard as well