The first few days the boys attempt to have order by assigning a chief, creating an army and thinking of different ways to survive.
If I'm Chief then Jacks in charge of the choir, they can be- what do you what them to be?
Civilization is already being lost when the boys neglect the fire (their only chance of rescue) to hunt, and Jack punches piggy in the face breaking his glasses.
You and your blood, Jack Merridew! You and your hunting! We might have gone home-
Jack is already disobeying Ralph by hunting for the beast (dead man attached to the parachute). And now people aren't doing what they are told since they would rather do acts of savagery like reenacting pig hunts making each other pretend to be the helpless pig.
No we're not. What about the littluns?
This will be a real hunt! Who'll come?..........Sucks to the littluns!
I'm going off by myself. He can catch his own pigs! Anyone who what to hunt when I do can come.
All the biguns have abandoned Ralph for Jacks tribe except for Samneric, Simon and Piggy.
Simon spoke to a dead pig, the hunters stuck a stick up a pigs butt, Ralph has become dangerously homesick, and the boys 'accidentally' murdered their friend due to them believing he was disguised as the beast. The boys' microcosm has resorted to complete chaos.
Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Do him in!
Piggy was murdered intentionally. The boys turned on each other. They loss civility. They hunted, fought, hallucinated, killed, went batty, and thirst for the blood of their own, but in front of of an authoritarian humanity was restored. Sadly, restored a little to late.