Amber walked along the sidewalks, everything she had been taught.
Just stay away from alleys and you'll be okay, she thought, trying to stay calm. It had grown dark out and every shadow and dark spot she saw made her think the worst. With a quiet sigh, she looked around, hoping to find a familiar street sign or anything that would tell her she's not lost. An upcoming alley made her stop momentarily and look down it, seeing a hobo sit by a dumpster under the fire escape.
Stop being paranoid. She went back to walking and thought she heard what sounded like whispers behind her, making her pick up her pace a little. As the whispers refused to go away, she looked around, hoping to find someone, anyone.