The Follower

Shit...Kerrigan thought as he stumbled along, hands tracing a path along the rough brickwork.
A pissed blind man trying to get home. He hadn't attempted this before.
He giggled involuntarily, his head swaying deliciously.
A sound behind him made him stop. It sounded like someone stepping on a crisp packet or sweet wrapper.
Is someone following me?
Kerrigan swore again and fell, skinning his knee on the ground. Panicked, he took off.
Ironically, he never saw the trench dug by the water board. His head cracked off the exposed pipe.

Behind him, the cat sat down and licked its paws.