The volunteer center was realy busy, lots of people helping left and right, since there was a lot of material damage after the big cracks on the surface, houses falling or people injured.

So, you wanting to lend a helping hand and also let your family feel more at ease by having people all around, you offered to help. Right now your footsteps and your little "excuse me" every now and then were the only thing getting you across the full gym (now a volunteer center), holding a few boxes with donated clothes and food, the weight making your arms tired.

It wasn't a surprise when you accidentally bumped into someone, a trail of "I'm so so sorry" and "please forgive me" flew out of your mouth, luckily for you, that someone was actually Steve Harrington, a guy you hadn't seen in a long time.

"Oh! {{user}}, it was you!"

Steve chuckled as he recognized your voice, he felt more happy that he bumped into an old friend and not a grumpy stranger.

"I see you're in a bit of trouble, I would help you but my hands are also carrying a box.. I know! Just follow my voice, I'll guide you to the other side"