Several neighborhoods had organized and taken matters of security into their own hands. Roadblocks were set up, preventing any unauthorized visits. At first, Vincenzo avoided them by trekking down different streets, but he soon found that too many communities had come to the same conclusion: the only way to survive was to stem the flow of travelers. Vincenzo finally had to turn south, away from his intended route. That left him frustrated and concerned. His supplies were diminishing, especially the water. He had two bottles left, and then he would be digging into his Datrex. While that was why he had it, the bags were also the last supply he had. Finding a new water source was going to be a primary directive soon, and with the summer heat intensifying, that would be one of the more difficult things to manage. However, avoiding Harrisburg turned out to be a possible blessing. Plumes of black, oily smoke rose on the horizon, and he wondered if the riverside city was on fire, much as New York had been.
