Slowly, more and more people stepped out of the queue and ran towards the buildings behind them in District Three. The entire city was without power, and some people even climbed over eighty floors, wrapping all their clothes in bed sheets and bringing them along.
Following that, some even brought their kitchen knives, and suddenly, in that long, boundless line, one-tenth of the people chose to leave, giving priority to others.
Compared to this queue of over five million, one-tenth equals five hundred thousand, a terrifying scale, even ten times larger than the Parents' Meeting or Federation.
Some young women chose to stay: "I have learned first-aid medical knowledge, originally wanted to work as a nurse in a hospital, but they eliminated me when they saw I was from District Three. I see you have stockpiled medicine, don't send it all behind that door, leave some, and I'll bandage your wounded."
