It had definitely been an eventful past few days. With the dire situation in Franco's house, and with Danny being kicked out into the apocalyptic city — things weren't looking great.

The outside itself was thick with smoke from fire that was ablaze upon the hollywood hills, the air made anyones skin feel clammy and throats slightly sore, with trees burned to crisps, cracks along the asphalt paving where sidewalks used to be.

Danny, though, had made (What he believed) is the best decision, which was of course to 'voluntarily' leave the house where Seth, Jay and all the others were hiding. He had found a group of people, forming some sort of sick alliance, becoming the leader to a gang of... cannibals? Cannibals in an apocalypse.