Blake skulked through the city, carefully making his way through the shadows and staying away from people. It wasn't that he couldn't deal with them, he had just proved that if he had needed to, but that he didn't want the trouble and the effort. Even some weak street punk who went away with a flick of his wrist required effort and could give him an injury and in this world fatigue was far from ideal.

As he walked, he realized that he needed to eat. There was no more food in his bag and he wasn't optimistic about scavenging in a relatively crowded area such as this. He remembered hearing about a woman who sold food and so made his way towards the area where she was supposedly located. As he approached her door, he noticed a few others were assembled too but if they were customers they were unlikely to cause trouble and if they tried anything he would take advantage of the chaos.