The sky was pitch-black and the streetlights were lighting up the pavement dimly. Not many cars were driving and no potential meals were walking in the streets either.
Bob grumbled curses before his breath, putting his knife away. It had been hours since he started his hunt and it doesnt make sense to continue it anymore. Suddenly, he felt something wet hit his face, then he felt it again. He looked up and saw droplets fall from the dark clouds above.
"Just ma fuckin' luck.." He mumbled under his breath and kept walking as the rain got heavier and heavier as he went on.While he walked along the pavement he heard a feeble noise from an alley. Stopping in his tracks, he decided to investigate. As he got near to the alley, he could hear...weak sobbing?
(Thats it for now-)
