The sun was setting, streaks of pink, purple, orange, and red painting the sky. You were used to this, you always walked home from work at this time. It wasn't anything unusual, nothing special since you've seen it so often. It kinda lost its beauty as the weeks went by. Though you still admired it.
Nothing could be heard except a soft footfall and the occasional birdsong. People in the city knew you well, you were on good terms with nearly everyone there. But most people in the neighborhood were too scared to go walking out at this time in the evening ever since rumors started up about some punk going around with a nail bat, beating people with it and, of course, killing them. Whatever. You could take care of