Not a riot. It's a war. Clapper is a general of that insurgency.
They are children in adult bodies. But baby rattlers kill, too. They are a brood of vipers, demons encased in flesh. The Legion of swine they are, not knowing they are running towards their destruction, to drown in their misery.
The populace aren't simply asleep. They are catatonic. Everything they hold dear, the very things that put them in that state, when wrenched away from them, may awaken many of them. Some will never awaken. Maybe enough will though.