Kaze flew above the riot, developing on a four-way intersection with four lanes on either side.
Riot patrol members and barricades prevented the three hundred rioters from getting into the economic district of the city.
It was an essential lifeline for the city, so the troops protected it at any cost.
Each soldier held an assault rifle or stood behind turrets in one of the twenty humvees blocking the rioter's paths.
A pit of dead bodies riddled with bullets proved that the soldiers were no longer averse to killing when necessary.
They had a job and lost patience in dealing with the endless madness in the streets.
"I need food, you pig!"
"My family needs to eat!"
"You can't horde supplies!"
"STAY BACK!" A soldier in green camo yelled, lifting his assault rifle, "You must go to the east entrance like everyone else!"
"East entrance!?" A woman scoffed, "There's a mile-long line!"
"That's a mile of people following the fucking rules. Now get back!"
