"Well, best not to draw attention where it isn't due."
I begin walking up the unkempt street in a mock version of the way the other survivors ramble about. Towards the ZPD station.
You keep your piece tucked to yourself and tucks your paws under your armpits and begin shuffling about with your head down along the messy street. Your Trench Coat actually provides a decent amount of warmth even as light snow falls on you.
It was no surprise that you made your way around without drawing attention, you've been doing it for a living, after all. Arriving down at the block where the ZPD is based at, you see what must be the largest gathering of in-city camping trip you've ever seen. Dozens of tents lined up wherever they can and animals mull about. Metal barrels that's been converted into a fireplace are commonplace, providing the much-needed warmth for the animals here.
Well, it seems like some of civilization survived, after all. You can also see Animals inside the ZPD itself!
Lear reopens his book. He grabs a pair of contact lenses and earbuds and puts them on. He then takes out the velcro patch and stamps it onto his hoodie.
Your mother, having recovered from her mini-heartattack of the suddenly appearing Rhino, got curious again and interrupts you. "You needed contact lenses? And what's with the patch? Is that a Gang patch? I didn't raise you to be in no gang!"
"Our son's in a gang?" your father asked, grunting. "Is that Rhino in the gang too? is he your friend?" he questioned further.