A few turns here and a few rights there everything that was alive in the city became quiet and dead. Pamela was now approaching the less busy side of town where the lights were Dem street lights that hardly lit up even a Conner of a side walk and the ally ways were darker than black. The air was humid and dirty and had a stench of garbage and piss. The homes looked desolated and spooky but, showed signs of life lived there. Nothing compared to the city. Only a few folks loitered and solicited the streets and the one's that are, are up to no good. It was sad living in a neighborhood like this. Living off a meager journalist salary wasn't doing her much, but it's something she could live with. She promises that as soon as she gets a raise she would be out of this hell hole.
She had to hurry to get home it's potentially dangerous for her to out like this. She picked up the pace. She was almost home only five blocks to go. She smiled at the thought more to the idea of finally sleeping in her soft comfy bed than at the get home part. Next time she has to remember to taker her own hover car and to stop carpooling! She only do it when she's low on gas. At least she don't have to worry about driving home drunk. Pamela can get a little too tipsy and tonight she tried to limit herself in front of Brock. She didn't want to come off as a heavy drinker. How embarrassing that would be.
Three guys approach her from out of the alley way, like roaches crawling from out of a sewer. One fat, one tall and the other ugly. Guys with a tan, white and black complexion all smelling of potential harm.