The Big Daddy groaned, in a seemingly mournful manner. In truth, he was quite happy. His little sister, named Anna, cheerfully strolled through the streets ahead of him. She hummed a rather discordant tune to herself, and as she walked, her bloodstained blue dress lightly swayed. She looked back at her Big Daddy and smiled.
"Hurry Mister B! The angels won't wait for slowpokes!" She said, and then giggled to herself. The Big Daddy groaned in reply.
A safe distance away, a rather awkward looking Splicer was tracing the Big Daddy's path. He didn't really care what happened to the Little Sister, in fact, enough of his sanity was still there that he abhored seeing children hurt. He was more concerned with what happened to the people who tried to attack the Big Daddy to get to the Little Sister. That was high class entertainment. The Splicer, named Wilson Davis, noticed a pool of water. He looked into it, and, eyeing his tophat, adjusted it to have a tilt to the left. Smiling at his now even more awkward appearance, he went on his way to follow the Big Daddy, hoping for a healthy dose of entertainment.
The Big Daddy, however, was not feeling so light-hearted. He thought he had heard voices all too close.
Anna looked up, her smile fading when she saw her protector swing his drill up into a defensive state.
"Is a bad man here, Mister B?" She asked, her voice wavering in fear.
The Big Daddy revved his drill, a threat to anyone nearby.
