Screams of rage and cries of agony echoed unceasingly within the county's Government Office. The place had descended into complete chaos.
Everyone had forgotten their original purpose for being there. They rushed in, feverishly doing the things they had long wanted but never dared to do.
"Grain! Grain! It's all white flour! No coarse grains!" Hearing the shouts from the west wing, the mob surged in that direction.
The old man who had been the first to eat the County Magistrate's flesh also tried to follow, but he stumbled and fell to the ground.
He struggled to get up, but a foot stomped down on his outstretched hand. With a CRACK, he let out a piercing scream, his blood-smeared mouth wide open.
However, his screams were insignificant amidst the surrounding clamor. As more and more feet trampled over him, his voice was quickly silenced. Those who passed by only felt the ground was a little soft underfoot, noticing nothing else.
