He looked at the crowd and spoke.
"I don't think everyone's here yet, so let's wait a little."
"Look here. What right do you have to hand out the supplies here?"
A man in the crowd stood up and said it. However, despite his prickly words, the man was breathing heavily, clearly nervous.
"I was asked by the government shelter."
Jude answered as he tapped the blood-soaked long knife at his waist. "Is that all?"
"The government shelter? Since when did you represent all the survivors? We should have been given the right to use it freely! Why are you trying to control it?"
Jude sighed. There's a guy like this everywhere.
"If you don't like it, you can just leave this floor and walk straight to the sealed shelter."
Jude pointed it out. "Though I doubt you'll be able to get inside with your strength."
