Actually, they seem to be doing fine. Pulling together, cooking together, sharing food. What a neighborhood does when SHTF. Forget about the Feds.
You forgot standing in gas lines for hours together, looting stores together, shivering in the dark together, pissing in the hallway together, among many more fun things.
Well, they can’t flush the toilets. A friend in the East Twenties is lugging water in buckets from a “faucet” on the corner, but he only lives a few flights up. Bloomie had better forget the financial district and the marathon and help these people out before an epidemic breaks out.
Evidently the SHT halls, so as not to have the SHT apartments.