Chapter 107 Darren's Injury

• The darkness had weight now.
• It pressed against the shelter’s reinforced walls, against the breath of every person inside, against the thin line of light cast by lanterns and headlamps along the perimeter. The endless night had erased any sense of time beyond the body’s own exhaustion. Shifts blurred together. Sleep came in fragments.
• Darren adjusted the strap of his rifle and lifted his hand, signaling the patrol to slow.