Chapter 4
Come dusk, those not on guard duties sat around having a quiet drink. Children were in bed, asleep. Those not watching over them took time to indulge in more adult entertainment. God had to know they needed it.
Mason stood to one side, part of the gathering yet separate. He had a can of some cheap beer in his hand, a make he’d never heard of. Chances were no one had—the reason so many had been left in the back of a storeroom. Tasted like beer laced with cider but carried the mild alcohol buzz he wouldn’t say no to. He should eat something, though. He often hung around and took what was left. Did he do the others a favour, or was it another way to set himself apart from the rest? f****d if he knew.
He raised the can to his lips. He might grab a bite of the scraps soon but his a
