When the famine hit nobody actually believed there was a problem.

Which, of course, made the problem worse.

People were wasting food. There was no rationing. Nobody really thought that they would have no food left. That went out the window pretty rapidly once all of the crops were dead. The colony wasn't expected to have a supply ship come but for another 6 months. That was when everyone started to panic. That was when Kodos started making hard decisions.

Kodos first tried to split what little food there was between all of the colonists. It wasn't working. It would never work.

The lack of food had started to cause riots.

Claire had run the moment she saw the rioters breaking down the door. She hurdled the fence at the edge of the property just as her Aunt Sandra screamed. She was crying. She knew what had happened. She hadn't gotten out of the house before they had broken the door down. Uncle Bill was in the kitchen. Oh god the blood. He had screamed. "CLAIRE! Run!" Of course, she already had been. She cried out. She stopped running. She could see the blood when she closed her eyes. She'd cleaned those worktops just that morning. Blood.

She collapsed.

"Oh god," She gasped. "Oh god. I miss Frank. Sam!" She curled her knees up to her chest and held on, crying. She never thought she would miss Frank.