HANNAH
I had been to the large market at Ice stone a few times with either Willa or my mates. I remembered it as a very big bustling place where you could buy virtually everything you wanted.
Now it looked like a ghost town. Several of the shops were locked. From inside I could see the shop owners peering out fearfully. The normally clean floors were littered with an odd assortment of crushed fruit, flowers, vegetables, fish and several other things.
Some of the stalls with wooden fronts had been vandalized. Signs were either in the gutters or leaned drunkenly them. The heel of my shoes crunched on some scattered coins someone had forgotten to pick up.
Close to one of the flower stalls, a girl was on her knees with her hands in the mess on the floor, trying to sort out good fruits from
