Chapter Twenty-Nine
Cement walls surrounded us, enclosing the trucks from our caravan. Thirty feet above, a glass ceiling let in the bright midday light. Four thick metal doors were set into the back wall and one, massive metal door into the front. The two side walls were bare concrete.
Cell. Cage.
Trapped.
“Lanni, look.” Mari pointed to two long tables that had been set out with food and water for the travelers.
Most of the passengers had lined up near one of the smaller metal doors, leaving only a few milling about in front of the food tables like they were wondering whether the meal was worth eating or not.
“Can we have some?” Mari looked up at me.
“I don’t know.” I reached for my blistered wrist. I didn’t have a chip band anymore. I didn’t even know how kep paid for food.
“Just
