I lived in Washington, DC in the early ’90s, and crime was out of hand. It was the murder capital of the US, the mayor was caught on tape, smoking crack with a hooker. His famous line was “Bitch set me up!”
He went to jail, and when he got out, he was re-elected. Congress gave DC money to double their police force, and they did, by not running background checks and hiring wanted felons from other states as cops.
The parking garage for my complex had a sign up one night that said, “It’s gang initiation week, if you see someone driving with their lights off, don’t blink at them, they’ll shoot you”.
With all that turmoil in mind, I imagined how bad it could be if the US government fell apart. In my third novel, The End of the World, just that occurs! Unhuman creatures stalk terrified denizens in the parking garages.
The novel is available here

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Beware of underground parking garages during the apocalypse