There was way too much to get his head around right now, the weather of New York City definitely in the averages as the hot summer days began to gradually creep into spring. It must had been barely coming to May as the festivals were all pretty done and the leaves in Central Park were all returning to their full glory. There was much to be noticed in the ever growing city of New York; for one, you couldn’t see any mountains ahead or anything that resembled the countryside that wasn’t some form of plant or artificial lake. 

If there was one think you noticed about New York was how fast it appeared to grow in the span of a month. New buildings were appearing and there was much talk about ‘housing the veterans’ going on but it was rarely seen, something that sounded fairly exciting to some but hell to others who couldn’t be bothered moving elsewhere. All this chatter and everything the little human beings were all concerned about in their daily lives was definitely some interesting sounds of the city, but when you’re homeless, confused and lost it is probably not something you wouldn’t get jealous of.

The young man named after a negative attitude, a word he was often called when he was young wandered the streets in search of food and shelter, going by the name ‘Snark’. It wasn’t a real name, then again who needed a real name when the world didn’t want you to exist. The homeless were all just extras in the world that belonged nowhere in society because they just couldn’t fit in anywhere, family didn’t want them and if they didn’t have a family then that was just too bad for them. The boy had especially bad luck in his life; first he was abandoned, then he was wandering the streets and now he was wandering somewhere that was thousands of miles away from where he originally started with no idea how he got there. He wasn’t dead yet, so that was definitely a plus.

Just why exactly had he ended up here, he had no idea. He couldn’t remember a thing and several months had passed since then, like an extended drunken wander. This city was like an entirely new world to him and held its own worries and fears, but at least the food was still plentiful during the spring. Lots of visitors had come to New York since the war had ended as well as the returning mass who had otherwise fled or gone to war were now taking up space, the streets hosting even some veterans who held an undying hatred towards people of his origin. It was an uncomfortable place to be, yet it had its perks and mysteries while carrying its downsides such as less Japanese homeless to talk in private with and more gangs wandering the streets.

If there was one thing Snark didn’t like about New York it was wandering the place with confusion on his mind and leading him down streets he wasn’t familiar with. He was so confused, he didn’t know what had happened to him or how he got there with his feet trying to lead him in directions he really wasn’t sure about going in. The people passing by would hardly make a glance at him, the amount of spare change being dropped had hardly managed to find him a decent meal from one of the local stands either and that was only today. Maybe he was missing some good grabs as his eyes wandered away in the momentary sparks of confusion, his chest feeling tight with worry over his own concerns.

His mind continued to tell him where he had to go, even though he had never been in this particular direction before. He could had sworn he was told to do something by someone, but he couldn’t recall who that someone was or what they even looked like. All he knew was they were definitely a wise man and someone he should listen to, or maybe they were a woman and he had only picked up on the idea of a man because he felt much more comfortable around other men than women; of course, it didn’t help that most of the women he had met either hated him because he was a homeless little Japanese kid or the women were in fact prostitutes trying to pick him up on the street corner.

The high rise buildings were not as prominent in this area, the buildings had become a lot smaller and there were fewer people. It was a nice area to be in, but there were so many buildings that just didn’t belong anywhere. They were mostly empty or very run down, it looked like somewhere where other homeless hanged out to try and find a place to sleep. Snark was more used to sleeping in Central Park where he had found a nice quiet spot where nobody went, the peaceful sounds of the wildlife being the best part.

He couldn’t wander anymore, he should really try and find somewhere to rest before he wasted too much energy on his feet. Letting out a long sigh as his eyes slowly directed themselves to the sky, Snark’s mind was gradually brought to a calm halt upon listening to his own body’s concerns and finally deciding to try one of these abandoned houses to shelter him out of the growing heat and calm his heart down. As his eyes wandered to the door as if checking to see if it was locked, soon looked to the streets to see if anyone else was watching him before opening the door, letting himself in before immediately coming to a halt. There were people inside and even if they were probably friendly, he couldn’t judge them quite yet. Just why did his mind direct him to this place? He was definitely feeling confused, but his fears just couldn’t direct him further than the door as all he managed to do was let in a draft into the already nasty smelling house.