Andy's Angel: How It Starter Part 1.
In the year, nineteen, seventy-seven, a twenty year old Andy DeMayo limped his way back toward his barn. His body was covered in deep cuts and bruises as he clutched his bleeding arm in a vain-attempt to bring some minor-comfort to it. Once the young-adult had reached his own, front-yard, he dropped to his knees before then collapsing into the soft grass from both pain and exhaustion, his hat falling from his head to reveal his blond locks as he did so. After releasing a few, shaky pants from his quivering lips to catch his breath, the young-adult used whatever strength he had regained from his short breather to shakily attempt to pick himself back up, from the ground. Andy soon realized that he was too weak to pick himself back up, from the ground completely as he once again merely collapsed back into the soft grass so he simply began to drag himself across the ground until he had finally reached the object that would lead him to safety, his brand-new, crop-