Then at the edge of the trees we hit wire, and we paused here to get our breath and count heads.

We were all present and correct, the whole eight of us, and Cap started in on the wire. You'll have met the Captain? Useless with the cutters but won't let anyone else have them. Sort of badge of office. Eventually there was a hole of sorts and we started through. Jacksie – that's Jacklin, the well-made one – got snagged and swore. Cap said, 'Keep it down,' like someone might hear in all that din, and Jacksie said, 'If I could keep it down, I wouldn't have got it stuck,' and a couple of us got the giggles. It's easy done when you're shit scared. Not that it mattered or Jacksie swearing either. Like I said, it were pissing with rain and blowing a gale, and you would have needed a lot more than a giggle to get noticed.

Then we were all through and the laughing stopped.

There's nowt to laugh at out there. It's a wasteland. Used to be trees but after the big raid last summer, they blew them all to hell, roots and all, and when it rains for a week, like it's been doing, the holes all fill with water and the ground gets so clarty, you can feel it sucking you down. Smells too. Don't know why it should. It were once good mixed woodland like what's still there. But now it stinks like a ploughed-up boneyard.

Someone – don't know who – said, 'This is bloody stupid. We should head back.' Seconded, I thought. But I kept my trap shut 'cos if there's one thing guaranteed to make Cap head east, it's hearing me speak up for west. I should've known better than to try diplomacy. It never works. Might as well start scrapping right off and get it over with. Cap just glowered at me as if it had been me mouthing off, and said, 'Follow me. Keep close.' And we were off, no pretence of a discussion. Whatever happened to universal suffrage?