Utterly Mad

DOUBLE POST! AWAAAAAAY!

The refugee center was packed with people. A small horde of people, too close together and sick of waiting for something horrible to happen. You could see the fear on their faces. Kent approached the professional women behind the bullet proof window. "Good morning sir, what can I help you with?" It was clear she wasn't getting enough sleep. "I uh... I'm actually new here." Her hand shot up and she closed her eyes. "No. We don't have room for anymore. If you have supplies, we could really use them, but we just don't have the means to keep any more people here." She wiped her face with her hand. "I'm sorry. Listen, it's like a said. We don't have any space. Even before we lost the back bay, we were still overcrowded." Kent wanted to ask about the back bay, but didn't. "Is there anything I can get for the center then?" he had an urge to help out. There must be something he can do. "Jerky." She said, "Jerky, Flour, canned food. Anything that doesn't spoil would be great. We'll take building supplies too, if you can find any." A tall order, a desperate order. "What happened out there?" He asked, and she told him.