Many people came for the second meal. Luckily, the three of them had arrived early and were able to secure a position at the front.
When Snaketooth joined the queue, he realized why the fences were built around the wooden stage. There was a speaker chattering about the new policy. He would probably have to keep listening to him until he got his oatmeal.
The crowd moved forward slowly. After waiting for half an hour, he finally reached the back of the wooden stage.
"Give me your right hand." A guard said.
Snaketooth followed the instruction, and the guard stamped the back of his hand.
"Next."
The wooden fence extended on both sides to encircle a large area, but the queuing still continued. Everyone was guided by a guard to take a wooden bowl, receive the oatmeal, go eat on the side, and then return their bowl. It was hard to believe that ordinary civilians and Rats could be this orderly.
