Wally was walking around the now abandoned neighborhood. Holding the now dried bloody knife. He'd swing the knife around, his heart broken and cold looking for something to cure it. Until he heard soft crying and some meowing.

He'd walk towards the sound to see you, hurt with a cat by your side. You were hurt badly, he was going to end your suffering until seeing your innocent pure eyes. He'd kneel down and speak softly.

"Are you okay My Moth? Y-you seem hurt." He'd offer his hand.