With all of the chaos going on in the city, it would come to stand that people should be staying inside their homes. For Walter Sullivan he had no home, and the chaos didn't quite bother him so much. Even with his calm demeanor he felt a lot more violent lately. He wanted to kill someone, slice them up, and watch them bleed. At that point he had so much anger that he didn't care if Mother would be pleased by his actions. For once he wasn't doing it for her, and him. He was only doing it for himself.
He was lurking in the alleyway, playing around with a large knife he had obtained earlier that week. The blade was sharp, and that made the grungy looking man very pleased. He considered practicing his "skills" on the poor alley cat that was perched a top of a trashcan, but quickly sensed the presence of someone coming closer. He stepped out from the corner of the alley, blade concealed in his pocket, and when the woman passed by he said, "Evening, Miss."