I’m running away. Away from my indentured servitude contract, away from the abuse, away from a life trapped inside a tiny bubble, just waiting for something to go wrong. I have just enough oxygen in my tank to get to the next city, the next bastion of safety that protects us normal humans from the Martian atmosphere. I have to cross Alpha territory to get there.
There is only one problem.
Alphas love to chase women who run.