The storefront windows were shattered, the cars on the street set ablaze, the raging flames lighting up the whole street, also illuminating the brutality on the faces of the rioters.
They didn't steal or rob, nor did they have any clear target, just kept destroying, howling, wantonly trampling on the laws that once confined them, venting their inner fear and despair in this extreme way.
In the downtown area, a large adult party was going on, powerful speakers blasting club music, thousands of naked men and women indulging themselves on the square, from afar resembling countless writhing maggots, the scene extremely unsightly.
After all, it was the last night, no one cared about moral shame anymore, unabashedly releasing their beastly desires, trying to numb themselves with the pleasure from the flesh, to forget the impending apocalypse in this ecstasy.
This might be the craziest night in human history.
