‘Over there,’ he says, pointing with his broken hand in the direction of the grey buildings. I can see Unchanged soldiers out in the open now, taking up positions on the low roof to try and hold us off. I glance across at Adam and see that his face is suddenly ghostly white. He’s soaked with sweat.
‘You okay?’
‘Just keep moving,’ he gasps, grunting with effort.
A sudden staccato burst of gunfire rings out, and a woman drops heavily to the ground a few metres away from where we are. With the final burst of energy she can muster, she tries to get up and run on but the effort quickly overtakes her and she collapses dead into the mud.
Adam’s still trying to move but he’s slowing. I haul him closer to the hedge at the side of the field to give us some cover, but he’s having none of it. The
