Pray For Daylight

Just over the hill was this little town called Eadondale with a population of one hundred and twenty-five. Eadondale had one church, one school, one bank and one restaurant. Eadondale may not be as big as a big city, but if you ever came to visit you would think otherwise. Everyone left their doors to their house unlocked. Everyone smiled and waved to any stranger that came through this small town. The neighbors were always eager to lend a helping hand to anyone in need, but evil would be lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike at any moment.

The evil I'm talking about is a man by the name of Johnny Walker. Johnny is what you would call a true hell raiser. Johnny stood six feet two inches tall and drank a lot of beer. When he had just a little too much to drink he would get into fights at the bar. Johnny would like to drive his loud Harley Davidson motorcycle in the wee hours of the night, waking up all the neighbors in town. The only thing Johnny was good at is using his pickaxe that he always carried on the side of his motorcycle.