World of the Dead [REWRITING]

It was chaos. The soldiers were obviously outnumbered and were struggling to control the situation. They seemed unsure whether to draw their weapons or not. They mostly shoved and pushed people to the ground while yelling at everyone else to stand down. But the angry and hungry crowd seemed unwilling to listen and pushed back, some even resorting to shoving each other down and out of the way, putting the poor people to scramble and try to crawl out of the way of the stomping feet above them. Quinn managed to grab a poor elderly woman out of the way of a stray elbow and pulled her out of the angry crowd, earning a breathless "thank you".

Quinn, along with several other people, got away from the crowd to avoid being involved. Mostly it was just the younger kids and old people who backed away and silently watched the chaos unfold. She saw Harlod was one of these people, wringing his hands and craning his neck. It was clear who he was looking at; Jasmine was up front, shrieking along with the others.

Just as she began to wonder if she should get someone, someone grabbed her by the arm and spun her around. It was Liam, looking baffled and, as usual, sort of pissed off. He had taken the job of helping keep watch at the various entrances and exits.

"Quinn! What the fuck is happening?" he demanded.

"People are freaking out because of the rationing." she replied, grimacing as she heard the tables get knocked over. So much decent food wasted.

"Are you serious?! Out of all the things to be panicking over, this is what they choose? Un-fucking believable," he grumbled, scowling at the spilled pot of corn as if it was the reason for the havoc.

"Should we get the Sergeant?" she asked.

He was interrupted when things somehow got even worse. A man had decided to take things further and punched one of the soldiers in the face. Everyone began to gather around the two as they got into a full-on brawl, cheering and cursing. The other soldiers, one of them being Private Jackson, were attempting to get into the circle but were blocked.

"Well shit," exclaimed Liam and he began to rush toward the circle. Quinn followed, although she wouldn't really be able to do anything.

"Thats enough everyone!" a voice boomed, freezing her in place. It had a similar effect on everyone else too; many stopped what they were doing to look around in surprise.

Sergeant Zander stood with a megaphone in his hand and a very ticked off look on his face. Corporal Amber was also there with a rigid expression and her assault rifle out.

With everyone's attention, he put the speaker to his mouth. "What in all hell is going on?" For  a moment it seemed like no one would answer.

It was Jasmine who stepped forward. "We want to know the truth!"

"Truth about what exactly?" Zander asked, now not needing the speaker since it was so quiet.

She squared her shoulders and straightened. "About the supplies. You keep saying that there's plenty of everything but then you go and start rationing our food. So, I—we—think that you're keeping things from us."

The Corporal said something quietly to him and he shook his head, muttering something back. Then he faced the crowd and used the speaker again.

"Listen to me. All of us are understandably tired and frightened due to the situation outside. Me and Corporal Amber here thought that it would be best for us all if we told all of you that we are safe here. Clearly that was not the case."

 He paused before continuing. "We do have enough supplies. However, that amount of time they would last has decreased significantly since we have taken so many people in. Before they would last at least six weeks. Now we estimate we are down to three."