Jonathan Vale's POV
Around this time, the government stopped providing rations to the shelters, and people slowly descended into panic. The military attempted to suppress the growing chaos with armed force, pointing rifles at desperate civilians and firing warning shots whenever the crowd became uncontrollable.
Fear... kept everyone in check for a while, but hunger was a far crueller enemy than bullets.
Once starvation consumed people... even death itself no longer seemed frightening!
"It's only a matter of time before blood is spilled inside this shelter."
I muttered quietly while explaining the situation to my parents. Both of them lay on their thin mattresses, their bodies having withered to skin and bone after months of barely surviving.
Their sunken eyes stared blankly at the cracked ceiling, and every breath they took sounded shallow and painfully laboured.
They remained silent for a long moment before my mother slowly turned her head toward me.
