This part of Dangama City was in many respects, similar to the others. Primarily residential section, though it boasted some surprisingly worthwhile shopping centers. The likes of which, have been untouched due to this section's flooding covering the buildings by at least half their original heights. Traversing this watery obstacle would either require a skilled diver, or serious rooftop maneuvering to find some above-water means of entering. But even then, you had to worry about whether or not the supplies you desire are still intact. One such scavenger today was a Mr. Ryan Gallagher, standing at six feet, with his fit caucasian body and simple haircut, with a couple of hairs at the front spiked upwards just slightly as he looked out to the convenience store ahead of him. Bare was his chest as he adjusted the bracers he wore on his wrists, knocking on them a bit to make sure they still had their integrity, having been used to defend against small or otherwise light blades, blunt weapons, and at one point, even an arrow of all things. He moved away from the roof ledge to crack his knuckles, both in his sizable fists and the knuckles of his toes, followed by several stretches. Only once before had he attempted to actually attempt to enter a building via diving. And he loathed it. But a helicopter had been downed on the rooftop just recently, and he felt a bit worried about going near the thing, believing it to have been commandeered by outlaws who would have gutted him with a pitchfork. He sighed to himself, and rubbed his eyes a bit, before throwing on a pair of goggles, preparing to make the jump into the water below, unaware of the rooftop nearby holding a major player that would greatly factor into things soon. The faint sound of bickering nearly made him quit, but the lad of 18 years simply would not yield. He had not eaten lunch since three days ago. And he wanted it badly.