Tom said to Zeenia, "I am tired."
"If you can stand sleeping in this marsh...," Zeenia said.
"Don't ask me he said."
"We have no choice, Tom," she whispered to him, too mindful that someone knew their every move, and was probably hearing their conversation. "If we are lying among the dead, maybe they cannot smell us." Saying that Zeenia pulled Tom down into the damp high grass, reeking of bloody bodies. They both lay there in the bleak and black overcast sky praying for light.
Zeenia did not know for how long they had been lying on the wet bloodstained grass, but it was not long enough. How could anyone sleep when every breath they inhaled smelled of rotting bodies?"
The heavy sky was dark with clouds, but there was a thin silver lining of moonlight cutting through a thin haze, and la
