Prompt for July 19, 2015

Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:

I shuffled forward with the rest of the crowd, head down, hands held at the side. We moved forward in spastic jerks, covering meters in seconds and then staying still for minutes. The smell of the unwashed crowd matched my own odor, although in my case it was a disguise as opposed to being “natural”. Water was in short supply in this god forsaken city and with the recent breakdown of any sort of local government the only water we got was from public springs and wells, now carefully monitored by the local militia even though they too were drying up.

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