Fairy Tail Dream is an animanga noncanon FT site with a post-apocalyptic twist. It's an open universe, meaning that you are not limited to the scope of the canon universe, and able to create whatever characters with whatever abilities you wish with a fair DnD-inspired stat-based magic system.
Zeke wasn't one for finding someone to socialize with but apparently it was a part of being a human, and he couldn't ignore everyone forever. So he walked slowly through a town whose name he didn't much care to retain and his appearance naturally drew eyes. It was something he was used to at this point, since not many people looked both homeless and wealthy in one sitting, who still smoked expensive cigars manufactured before the Calamity.
It didn't take long before he was arriving at an old school ramen shop and chose to step in for only a moment to quench his own hunger. Stepping in and ordering his favorite variation of the meal, he sat and ate for a moment and then he was leaving again, walking through the streets.
Zeke didn't have much of a plan for how to spend the rest of his day and so he simply walked before stopping to listen to music. It wasn't music of his own choosing, rather the sounds coming from an older homeless man who was on his knees strumming a shamisen and vocalizing to match. His own voice carrying the melody rather than letting the instrument do so and he got lost in the sounds, waiting for the song to end before tossing him a few hundred jewel. It wasn't much to the gangster and the older man bowed in thanks to which Zeke simply nodded.
Things seemed to be going pretty well and so his own legs carried him to a bath house which he entered casually. Moving to the room to store clothing and stripping down to bare nudity, placing his possessions in the small storage space and wrapping his towel around himself. As he moved toward the water, something told him to turn and his heart dropped. Spotting someone running away holding his things which he'd forgotten to lock, he gasped before realizing that he was truly being robbed! Making a mad dash after the person responsible he yelled while praying his towel didn't fall off.