As for the others, they could only be driven out by those stronger than themselves to fend for themselves, relying on the warmth emitted by the steam from the aid vehicles' white porridge.
There was nothing that could be done about it; the apocalypse was just like that.
Aside from the time taken to distribute tickets, the white porridge hauled by the four aid vehicles was completely divided among the throngs of survivors in just over forty minutes. The street where the aid vehicles were parked soon became overcrowded with survivors, each holding a bowl of white porridge. Here, no one would store this food, not a single one!
If you weren't strong enough, storing your white porridge would make others see you as stupid. You weren't storing for yourself; you were effectively handing over the food you got to someone else! Here, finishing your share of food and then going after someone else's was common, with no one willing to store their own food.
