Safety

I moved cautiously through the streets, noticing that the number of civilians had significantly dwindled. It appeared that most of them had already evacuated the area. Along the way, I spotted discarded clothing on an abandoned stall and decided to change into a more inconspicuous attire.

I swapped my black jacket outfit for a white T-shirt, black pants, and put on a pair of eyeglasses. Now, I looked like an ordinary civilian, blending in with the crowd and making myself less conspicuous. 

This new appearance would hopefully aid in my escape from the really weird situation at hand.

I checked my phone for signals, but to my dismay, there was none. 

"Why did they cut off the signals?" I muttered to myself, growing increasingly suspicious that this was more than just a gang war. The lack of signal, the complete barricade of the area, and the absence of any ability to  communicate indicated that something much larger and more darker thing was at play.