Zhackie walks down the semi desolate streets of Sector 2, looking out for mutants along the way. Strange, they feel emptier than they should be. He treks along with his hands in his coat pockets and his rifle and longboard strapped unto his back. He saw birds fly in the distance, if that wasn't enough to spike his interest it was certainly the sound, he could have sworn it was a howl. He wanted to know what was lurking. (Rom is not present, he's back at the squat-flat chewing soccer balls)