The rampage has turned to a pool of screams. People climbed other person's back like they were ladders, hurriedly despised the officers who were barricading them from coming inside. Months of training gone wasted when ravenous persons throw eggs at their shields, blinding them for a second, distracting their line of vision.
It's similar to a terrorist attack, but the harm isn't inflicted to their fellowmen, but they're pointing the sword's tip to the president.
When the head commander lost a connection to the president via a walkie talkie, he threw it out, and shielded himself to one attacker. They have gone aggressive, releasing the crowbars shining under the sun. There were spears: tips were waiting to pierce through their heart.
It isn't a few months' work. Years have passed by, and the people literally woke up.
