Naomi stood in the relatively crowded Metro Centre, this being a major transfer station for most of the lines it made sense why she was sent here to do recruiting rather than the more populated, though less traffic heavy Union Station. Naomi had been here for what had to have been a month or so, but it was hard to keep track. She knew this was for the best, getting away from the front lines, only having to deal with skinheads on occasion and the military even less, but she couldn't help but think that the general populace was no better. Many of the people outside of the red controlled stations didn't take kindly to some punk ass commie trying to sell them on the idea that everyone has the right to not be exploited by the capitalist machine. A man walked by and Naomi handed him a hand drawn flyer. He read the title "Be Equal, Don't be a Slave to Greedy Merchants" and he spat on Naomi's torn up shoes. She figured he must have been a merchant.

After an hour or so of being pushed around by passers-by, Naomi made her way towards the "food market" which was really just a collection of little storefronts set up by people hoping to make a quick buck off some needy travellers. However, Naomi had developed quite a rapport with the man who ran a shop that sold canned food from the old world. He was a communist sympathizer, though he needed to find some way to make a living outside of the red controlled area. An older woman eyed a patch that adorned the left sleeve of Naomi's sweater, the hammer and sickle printed on it, as she made her way towards her seller. Naomi smiled at him before placing 5 cigarettes in front of him. "What can these get me?" She said, knowing full well that it will be gross tomato soup, as always.

Naomi sits against a wall, cold soup in hand, carefully drinking it so as to not cut herself on the frayed edges that were left from the manual can opener. As she watches people pass by her, she just hopes that her day can only go up from here, as a fox/man steps on her foot accidentally on purpose.