Did you ever have the feeling that your fate took a ninety degree nosedive?

I had another purpose. Then something happened to take my normally dangerous and chaotic life to the next level. Call it the shitpile pot of chaos theory... times ten.
I lived in the US, traveling with my brother, killing monsters. Nevermind the fact that I am one, I'm not the scariest one out there, by far. Then, one day I'm just.. not there anymore. Intense vertigo hits and I find myself puking up an American burger... in London, right in the middle of the biggest disaster in modern history.
This isn't the London I imagined. Even post flood, I imagined something different. I guess, more idyllic. Its dark, dreary, hard to find a dry spot to sleep, and someone is always out there to try to take you for what you've got. Things in the dark, waiting like always for an innocent victim to turn their back.
There are also the decent people that have kept things together. I try to work with people like those to help build a better life here. Its been five years. I haven't found the way back, yet. Though... I have found other things.