As Nathaniel and the other five ran through the empty streets, they observed the place's desolation. No one was in sight; the cars had been left parked on the side of the street. The cameras scanning the area showed that there was still life in the city, even though all the doors were closed.
Aside from this, the only signs that anyone lived there were a few scattered trash cans lying around and some abandoned bikes along one wall near an alleyway.
As the six young men ran, they occasionally saw police officers patrolling. They avoided them, given what their intentions were, using masks to hide their faces and large clothes to conceal their bodies.
"What do you think?"
The other guy shrugged. "I don't know, man. Something feels kind of wrong, but we've got to do what we've got to do." He looked over his shoulder towards the streets behind them.
"There should have been more police officers; if they are not here, it means something big happened at the eastern gate."
