The night was quiet, most Rich had already headed back into their homes. Leaving the main roads with only a few people behind. Silently, you slipped into the alleyways, disappearing into the shadows. After a few minutes you arrive at a dead end. At this dead end were three scraps, two arguing whilst one was just watching the chaos. This chaotic bunch of hobos were your friends. Vinnie, Stone and Skipp. You had been bringing them food and water for the past few days.