The building leaders sent their men one after another, collecting the food and carrying it back in an orderly line.Cyrus distributed rations to the residents of Building 25 as well, then returned home, just as he always did.…By the next day, Brandon aside, none of the other building leaders distributed food to their residents.That night, with their last shred of hope utterly crushed, the people of the complex finally lost control. The neighborhood erupted into a kind of chaos it had never known.No one knew how it began. Shouts and killing cries rose from within every building. Hoarse curses and desperate roars followed, along with the thunder of boots on stairwells. The violence echoed through the complex, louder than even the howling northern wind.Darkness became their only cover. Once these timid "ordinary people" no longer cared whether they lived or died, the building leaders, those self-appointed tyrants, finally understood how terrifying sheer numbers could be.Not e
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