He scanned the streets, the city as usual was looking pretty desolate and empty. As with all of the other places he'd been too, nature was beginning to take back the cities of the world. Roots and weeds burst from sidewalks and streets, rivers of water from busted pipes ran down the gutters and in some places, branched off to the middle of the roads. The buildings, having not been maintained in over two years had fallen victim to the elements as well. Some of the older buildings were literally falling apart, debris from the rotting husks lay strewn across the street.<br/><br/>He stepped off his bike, the newly lit cigarette jutting from his mouth as he looked around. Eyes snapping to the direction of a distinct sound. He watched and saw nothing, even most of the survivors seemed to have left the area for the most part. Some stuck to "safer" areas out in fields and mountainous regions where the infected were few and far between. Some preferred to group in cities, able to keep themselves safe by the fact of their sheer numbers and ammunition, that and there were more supplies in the cities for them to snag. The remaining few, like himself, spread themsevles out across the expanse of whatever land they were in, keeping to roads and backways, travelling from city to town, living off of what they could trade, steal, or just find in general.<br/><br/>He didn't know what brought him to New York, he'd never been here before. It was meant to be the last stop on he and Madison were supposed to take. His eyes narrowed at the thought, they'd never managed to make it before the outbreak occurred. They hadn't even heard about it, they'd kept the radio off, listening only to CD's or only talking amongst them. Then those infected, followed by the crazed lunatics that had dragged them from the car at gunpoint.<br/><br/>He pulled the gun from his waist holster and walked to the nearby corner store. The sun was still up so he could see amongst the broken pieces of glass and falling ceiling tiles. He plucked through the shelves of remaining food, snagging a couple more cartons of cigarettes and gallons of water. He sat down in a chair behind a desk in the back, opening a can with his knife. He spooned it out into his mouth, eating quietly as he listened to the city outside. He had learned long ago that a quiet place was just as deadly as a place where you could hear them coming.