"Emergency! Emergency! World Wide Warning! All citizens must evacuate to the nearest evacuation center! I repeat, all citizens are to evacuate onto the nearest emergency shelter! This is a world wide warning!" The speaker system blared as the siren howled in the air from every parts of the city around the world, as the first alarm went off people didn't follow through the warning and kept on doing their business, some pausing in confusion. Then second alarm echoed from the speaker system, the same warning was delivered—that was when people began panicking.
Screams, crashes, and loud noises occurred in every street as nearby police, security guards, and law enforcers were moving from all the city to ensure that citizens could evacuate with minimal casualties as per their orders from the higher ups without any explanation given to them.
"No pushing! Maintain a single line! Get moving, hurry up! Don't be slow!" Some police can be heard doing their best to maintain order in the evacuation as people pushed and yelled at each other, prioritizing their own lives. Elders, children, pregnant mothers, and other people with difficulties to move were given a different line and prioritized as the citizens was led inside the emergency shelter while the speaker system kept blaring the alarm.
Once everything was in order, the highest people in position inside the center was given the authority to govern inside the shelter. Thus some of the governing figure inside in some parts of the world immediately made sure the citizens inside their shelter was given first aid attention, the others were left as is.
"Come in, John, what's the situation there?" A gruff voice was heard from the radio of highest authority in the shelter, a Police Master Sergeant. The man holding the radio was overseeing the distribution of first aid attention to those who needed it, watching from the highest place as his eyes went to the radio in his hand.
"Sir, Police Master Sergeant, John Marcus Dela Cruz speaking. The evacuation site had been packed with people, I'm afraid the rations and supplies we have at the shelter would not last us that long even if we limit the distribution quantity. Amongst the people evacuated had about 23% of them sustained injuries due to the panic of the people." John says as he explained his situation in the evacuation site, his eyes roaming the center with worried and calculating eyes.
"I see. Other shelters are at the same state, especially in the major cities. We're almost scarce with resources, do what you can in lasting for at least a 3 months or so. For the meantime, we have no idea what is happening. We were told by the higher ups to activate the emergency sirens, and have the people vacate the streets, into the nearest emergency shelter. As of now, we still have no news. Hang on for a bit until we receive orders." The gruff voice replied from the other end of the radio, not waiting for the Police Master Sergeant's reply and cutting off the signal.
"You heard the Police Colonel, we're gonna put a limit to the distribution of each resources especially with food and water. For now, go check with the people and see to it that no fight occurs. We're gonna be here for more than a month, we need to get by with all these people." John says as he strapped the radio back at his hips, separating the group of available forces he have into three group; distribution officers, order maintainers, and helpers the overseer of the shelter's resources.
The three group parted ways to do their jobs, meanwhile the Police Master Sergeant and the ones he assigned to help him went to the warehouse to check the rations and grab the ones they'll supply, then give it to the distribution team to provide for the refugees or people in the site.
"Sergeant! The people are going crazy! They were demanding for explanation and stuff!" An officer new to the force rushed inside the warehouse, he was breathing heavily as if there was a dispute when he left even though it hadn't been that long yet.
The Sergeant left the delivering of supplies to the distribution team to his assigned helpers while he followed the officer to the main area, his black low cut shoes echoing with each footsteps as his brows furrowed with aggravation. His mind was reeling with stressful thought about the entire situation, despite that he steeled his nerves and arrived at the main area where he saw most of the people yelling and pointing, some even tried to push past the officers assigned by him to maintain order.
With a deep breath, the Sergeant blew his tubular whistle loud. The ear piercing volume of the high-pitched sound discharged by the object successfully grabbed the attention of the agitated people as their eyes landed on him from behind the officers.
PEEP!
"That's enough! Anyone who disrupt the officer's jobs would be restricted of their rations! I will explain what I know for now and what would happen from here on out, so calm down and take a sit." He began as the people began calming down at his words, afraid to be left out of the supply distribution.
When the angry crowd dispersed, The Sergeant was handed a megaphone as he turned it on and thanked the officer that gave it to him ahead of time.
"First things first, I'd address the elephant in the room. Currently, we have no news from the higher ups apart from needing to stay in this center for a month or so. With the numbers of us exceeding that what the shelter could provide for, we will limit the rations we distribute so that we'd last more than a month. At present, the situation outside is barren, the other evacuation sites are also in the same predicament as us. That's why, I ask of everyone's cooperation and understanding." The Sergeant says as his words echoed in the open area.