“But you will die out there.”
Lee and Will were standing at the gates to the compound, men working to repair the wall behind them. Helen was standing in front of them, her eyes wet with tears.
“No, we won’t,” Lee said.
Will said nothing, just kept his head bowed and looked at the ground. They were both kitted out in walking boots, with rucksacks bulging with supplies and spare clothes. Lee had managed to persuade someone to let her have a rifle, and this was slung over her shoulder.
Helen looked like she wanted to stamp her feet and scream, but she didn’t. Lee wouldn’t have blamed her if she had. After all, it was only a couple of days since her father had been murdered. And in a way, Lee felt responsible for that. Wouldn’t have blamed Helen one bit for laying it at their feet. After a
