The cries of rage and screams of agony were unceasing within the Government Office of the county town; the place had completely descended into chaos.
Everyone had forgotten their original purpose, rushing in and furiously engaging in acts they had long wanted to do but never dared.
"Grain! Grain! All white flour! No coarse grains!" Hearing the shouts coming from the west wing, a mass of people surged in that direction.
The old man who had been the first to consume the County Magistrate's flesh also wanted to follow, but he stumbled and fell to the ground.
He tried to struggle to his feet, but someone stepped on the hand he had just raised, and with a crack, he screamed loudly, his mouth smeared with blood wide open.
However, his screams were so inconsequential amidst the surrounding clamor that, as footsteps continued to trample down, his voice was quickly silenced,
and those passing by simply felt the ground a little soft underfoot, noticing nothing else.
