From "Legends of the Light Bearer" by L. M. Aldrich

Breanna arrived that morning with the same sense of foreboding that had lingered for days now.  After parking her car, she hurried down the street, deep in thought, trying to isolate the source of her growing conviction that something was terribly wrong.  Not one for introspection, she actually relaxed a little when a more familiar emotion welled up.  Hello, she reminded herself, the whole frigging world is on a slow boat to chaos.  Of course, there's something wrong.  Though it was already warm and muggy, an unexpected chill rippled down her spine, and she resisted the urge to look over her shoulder.  She picked up the pace and, avoiding eye contact, began to maneuver past a crowd of angry protesters, screaming and spitting at each other.  Far-left, far-right, who knew, she was just grateful that she was still rarely recognized.