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Floyd Banker sighed leaning against an old taxi, however it was no longer functional as was the same with pretty much everything in this city. The cracked streets, shattered glass laying in the street, and gasoline and electricity were a thing of the past to him. Despite all this when he ran into Harrison he'd been happy again, as happy as you could be in "New York". When he was younger he'd always wanted to come to Manhattan, and eat some of their numerous specialties ranging from their New York style pizza to getting ice cream in Times Square. Sighing he remembered what his youth pastor use to say "Be Careful what you ask God for, he just might give it you" and here he was in New York 25 years for First Degree Murder in "self-defense." I killed the bastard, and now I'm here. I stop the beatings, and I end up in a place filled with beatings, life is pretty fucked up.

“I need to get the fuck out here, me, Harrison, it’s a whole damn city full of fucked over people, there’s gotta be a way.” He said sighing just happy he could soak in the sun’s rays, wondering if some of the new prisoners would have brought in anything he could smoke.

Groaning he got up, he wanted to meet up with the new prisoners see if they had any smokes or some sort of food source they managed to sneak in.

“Let’s see what the outside world been cooking up, while I been up in here rotting” He said walking away from the broken taxi.