Eddie slept like a child, knees drawn up to his chin, hands fisted at his mouth. Harry lay asleep alongside him, flat against the ground, limbs pressed all ways by exhaustion. Around them the others shifted and muttered in the tiny shelter, stinking now of their filthy bodies and the ingrained chookshit of ages. At least, for the moment, it was warm.
They hadn’t been asleep long when a pathetic whining woke most of them. Harry knew that sound and for a while he slept through it. Carter reaching over and shaking Eddie was a different matter.
‘What is it? What’s going on?’
‘Jeez, Harry, just get him to shut up, will ya? He’s driving us all demented.’
It took only a moment to identify the whimper. Eddie was having nightmares again. s**t. Harry struggled upright and pushed Carter back to h
