The pounding feet rustled an invigorating thunder across the ground—tens of thousands of feet. Shouts filled the air all confused and scared, and uncertain. They were yells and shrills of different ends, but no different in their individual purpose. While the force trampled forward, it gathered passers-by in its wake. There was perhaps a few people standing and watching as the crowd moved past, but not joining meant dissention, apparently, and the majority congealed through the city in a furious manner.

Screams erupted and became lost in the crowd as the weak, and old became trampled. Casualties trailed. Some dead. Some still fighting for air; marking the mob’s course

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