Sanctioned Scarcity
Yunak market was the city belt's bumping, thumping heart. Even with a government that kept everyone housed, fed and cared for, some people had more extravagant or illicit needs, and that's what they came here for. Between all kinds of culinary, fashion and carnal pleasures, one could get almost everything between the tents and ancient sandstone buildings of the Yunak. Even a week into the evacuation effort, its narrow pathways hardly left room to maneuver. Helen Ceres stepped out of the suspension railway car and the crowd parted before her like she was some sort of Moses' second coming. Her leather bomber jacket's collar covered the stars on her neck, but the way every single meta's eyes lingered on her for just a little too long told her that didn't fool anyone. "Clemens, clock out for a minute." Yes, Helen. A myriad of foods' combined smell made Helen's stomach growl, but there was no time for that. Walking down the alleys, she scanned the...