The city was shrouded in haze. A dense, dark crowd filled the streets, holding up loudspeakers blaring protest slogans on a loop and signs scrawled with crimson text as they marched in demonstration.
"Get out of our city! We want to live!"
"What's so bad about the North Carolina Government? Under their leadership, the per capita income in North Carolina was a full 3,500 US Dollars! Look at all the small nations in the world—who can compare to us?"
"Without the North Carolina Government, we wouldn't even be able to drive cars, let alone have phones or TVs!"
"We should accept the rule of an advanced government!"
A frenzied mood spread through the crowd. The city was gripped by unprecedented unrest as the surging mob advanced like a tide, hurling stones, bottles, and even Molotov cocktails at the defensive line formed by the Salvation Army.
