The Walker, Walked. The Walker walked down the road, The Walker's staff lightly tapping the road as The Walker walked. Around The Walker the shouts of men, of women, children, could be heard, the shouting became a buzz, indistinct in the other noises, the screaming, the snarling, the crying, so much crying, varying in both pitch and tone, it rose and fell, a pattern emerged, the pattern ordered his mind, the chaos of his mind. Sometimes, The Walker could see flashes, parts of his life long since lost. Of laughter, sorrow, joy, anger and hate, all of them so meaningless to the walker.

The next street over he could hear a constant thrum, it penetrated and shook him enclosing him, yet he felt nothing, the concept of fear lost to time. Above the thrum the shouts of men and snarling was heard, the words were difficult to comprehend, and the snarling was of feral creatures. Yet The Walker still walked.

He saw one of the creatures, the creature looked at The Walker, The Walker and The Creature looked at each other for several seconds, then The Creature ran towards the Walker, a fact that was lost of The Walker, as The Walker moved the The Walker's right and dodged the creatures attack, The Walker's Staff moved quickly until The Staff was almost on the horizontal plane, The Staff caught The Creature in the abdomen, The Walker then swung The Walker's body around anti-clockwise with the Staff and the top of the Staff hit the top of The Creatures head, The Creature fell to the ground. The Walker then returned to walking, like The Walker had always done.