Vincent Brookes awoke from his short nap in the wreckage of the Scope Arena. He quickly got on his feet as his eyes darted throughout what used to be the concession's stand. When he realized there was no threat, he lessened his grip on his trusty shovel and made his way outside, weaving his way through the rubble that made a location so familiar to him seem so foreign, like he was on another world. When he stepped outside, his eyes didn't need to adjust to the light, or, in this case, lack thereof. it was dark and cloudy outside, despite being noon. He looked to the road that led to his favorite childhood hangout, the mall, and decided to see if any of the rumors of a possible settlement there were true. He started his short hike towards the mall, keeping his eyes open for any looters that saw him as an easy target. They'd be disappointed.