Vincent looked about the wrecked buildings he slowly passed by through almost knee-deep waters. Like every day, he once again contemplated on whether or not to leave the city. Even if they were significantly damaged to say the least, every building looked familiar to him. He huddled up in or under each one at least once now for the last six years, but he never expected this kind of activity.

A possible settlement at MacArthur Mall was rumored to have made its roots, and he saw at least 10 people on their way to help out. That's nine more he saw just about any other day. He was smart enough not to get his hopes too high, though. A working settlement in this kind of inclement weather never lasts.

He took a deep breath and trudged on through the flooded streets. Despite there being so many people before, there don't seem to be much now. He started hoping that he'd run into someone, just to remind him that this possible settlement wasn't just a sort of hopeful dream in between his constant cynicism.