Week - Who knows, I've lost track of time

So I've found myself trapped in the midst of a huge cement jungle, fraught with danger, freaks, fruits and nuts. The mutants lurk at every turn, all of them trying to kill me in their desperate fight to be first in line. I sit quietly on the balcony, watching the mutants below, observing their behavior. If I can just figure out what makes them tick, it will help me to survive. But they are so inconsistent, so unpredictable, it's as though they just go bumping down the road of life like a rubber ball. No direction, no self discipline and worst of all, no conscience.