Anaya yelled to get up, and he didn't want to. Sleep didn't come, and he was worn and tired. He felt empty without Claire, but right now he needed to think about survival. He was thirsty and grabbed the bottle he had. There was enough for him now that Claire was gone, which made the water taste terrible. He knew it was mental.<br/><br/>They got up and for the most part stayed quiet for the trek. It took all day but they finally reached the city limits. The streets were eerily quiet. Some cars we simply abandoned, while paper tumbled across the streets. Wind was the only sound heard in a usually noisy city. The buildings remained mainly in tact, but some windows were broken, and some vehicles had crashed into walls and barriers. Fires, which were long put out, had ravaged a few other areas and buildings.<br/><br/>He needed to keep up his supplies, food, water, and maybe something for weapons and gear. He looked at Anaya who seemed to be in charge of the group, and asked, "so where to first?"