From December to early January, the unrest near Zhuolan has completely calmed down.
The Lapu people, who were starving beyond endurance also realized that the chances of seeking help from the President were almost zero.
Those with a bit of strength left, or those who had stored some food, began to migrate to surrounding countries.
And those who stayed behind began, like their ancestors, forming new "tribes" around some individuals.
The city is certainly uninhabitable now, only the privileged class has adequate food reserves.
The middle class, lacking the ability to resist in this food crisis, began to join these tribes and leave the cities.
The cities, almost like ghost towns, gave a strong sense of unease.
Diego sat on his thickened sofa, making his seat less uncomfortable.
He picked up the newspaper beside him and started reading.
This was the newspaper printed by Lance's Federation people, looking clearer than the local newspapers themselves, with clearer pictures.
