‘Rachel? Is that you Rachel?’ William whispered.
The crying continued and his question went unanswered.
‘Rachel? It’s me William.’
The room swayed with darkness, as the scythe of light from William’s laser torch cut through the black, before it eventually illuminated the fully clothed Corporal McDowell. She sat on the floor, knees drawn up to her chin, her gaze fixed on the open air between them.
‘What has happened here Rachel? Have all the men gone? How long have you been here?’ William blurted out.
Rachel began to sob and William attempted to get her to her feet, only to be met with a barrage of frantic kicking and slapping. He stood back as the involuntary fit of anger subsided within her and he stood there trying to find the key to release McDowell from her grief-stricken mental c
