Cutthroat

Some Valparaiso Denizens that were shifting about the two cities that were abandoned noticed that there was something going on way out in the barren stretches of the desolate land. It was a giant and some haggardly looking folk, looking like Valparaiso Denizens. "Oh, must be eatin time," they said, looking at all the food that was mouthwatering before their eyes. Friends, family and children apart were of no limitation, when they saw what looked like next month's food supply. Giants always had a lot of meat to eat, and they were starving.

"That Hattie May?" one of them said, squinting his eyes to see who got caught up in a street fight out in the only land that was less safe than Valhalla in all of Rue. That meant death 'round these parts, if it wasn't happening inside the shelters of the cities. "Lawd, don't let it be Hattie May. She know she ain't supposed to be out on that hip. Lawd."

(Timeskip)

The Valparaiso Denizens wandered around the barren flats of Rue all the days and retreated back to whichever city they could call a bed at night, picking up whatever they could find to call their own along whatever part of the land wasn't taken up by something. It hadn't been this severe for this long because they once had the shelter of the city, but now, they were more or less expunged from it, save for the cracks and crevices they may or may not have been able to slip into. The air was arid and bleak, day or night.