There are always more abandoned supermarkets to plunder, always more empty apartments in which to squat. The destruction is never-ending, but it is also never total. Even after the apocalypse, life goes on. The activity is as frantic as it is pointless. Neurotic white people hold dinner parties and pretend to go to work, striving to maintain a facade of bourgeois normalcy.
Multiracial gangs roam the streets, disputing empty turf.
Cliques and factions rapidly form, and just as rapidly dissolve. Earnest social workers make their rounds. A psychiatrist keeps office hours. There's a daily newspaper, a bar with drag shows, and a church with regular services. The principle of scarcity doesn't apply.