And a good night to you too.
The narrow space and high fences in the alley, had turned it into something of a wind tunnel. As Jenna made her way along, head bowed low against the cold, the wind moaned and echoed around her. The fencing panels creaked and strained to stay upright, and somewhere close by a door or gate banged shut over and over.
All of these noises, coupled with her own determined focus to get home as quickly as she could, meant that Jenna did not hear the footsteps behind her. She did not hear the heavy soles of the leather boots that followed her into the alleyway. She did not hear the sound of metal sliding from a scabbard, as a weapon was drawn. And she did not hear the strangled sound, that left the lips of the thing that crawled along the top of the same fence that she was passing. Did not hear it fall to the ground with a wet thud.
All that she heard, was the wind.
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