Disintegration

“Shoot!”
    “You little bastard,” Jas seethed, running at Webb again, grabbing his shoulders and hauling him down. Webb stuck his foot out and managed to get a shot in before he fell. The ball bobbled up in front of Stokes, who ran forward and booted it away again. It soared over Harte’s head and bounced down the hill.
    Jas and Webb stood face-to-face in the middle of the pitch.
    “You do that to me again and I’ll—”
    “You’ll what?” Webb jeered. “You’ll let me get past again?”
    “You little shit,” he said, lunging forward and grabbing hold of Webb’s collar. Webb squirmed but couldn’t get away.
    “Go on, then,” he said, still writhing. “Hit me.”
    “You blokes are pathetic,” shouted Ellie, pushing a pram across the car park. “Doesn’t matter what else is happening, there’s nothing like football to bring you closer to each other, eh? Bloody pathetic.”
    Jas let go of Webb and pushed him away. They continued to stare at each other for a second, both realizing the pointlessness of the argument, but neither prepared to be the one who backed down. Harte eventually broke the deadlock, pushing his way between them both to fetch the ball.
    “Sort yourselves out, boys,” he shouted as he ran toward the bodies.
    *   *   *
     
    Sliding tackles and bad challenges were forgotten as quickly as the final score of the ill-tempered kick-around. Although it was virtually dark, the footballers and Ellie, their sole spectator, remained outside. Webb sat on the bonnet of his car, his legs dangling down between the headlights which shone out into the darkness, providing them with a little illumination. The others sat on what was left of a filthy red corduroy three-piece suit which they’d dragged out of a damp ground-floor flat several weeks earlier. Ellie was sandwiched between Harte and Jas on a sofa on one side of the car. Stokes sat slumped in an armchair without a cushion on the other.
    “So what are you suggesting?” Jas asked, leaning forward so that he could see Stokes.
    “Hollis reckons they’re not a problem,” he said, his teeth chattering with the cold, “but I think they are. Like someone said, you’re okay if you’re up against one of them, but we’ve got thousands down there.”
    “We could move on,” Ellie suggested, bouncing her doll on her knee. “Find somewhere else.”
    “No point,” Stokes said quickly. “It’s going to be the same wherever we go, isn’t it?”
    “So what are you thinking?” Jas asked again. Stokes paused before answering.
    “Me and Webb have been talking about this. We think we should try a little crowd control.”
    “Haven’t we been here before? Didn’t you try and wipe them all out once, Webb?” She laughed sarcastically.
    “Piss off,” he hissed. “The wind changed direction. It wasn’t my fault…”
    “Crowd control?” Jas said, ignoring their bickering.
    “We think we should just try and push them back a little bit.”
    “And how are we going to do that?”
    “A bit of brute force and coordination. We’ll take our time. Torch the ones at the very front, then use the diggers to shunt the barrier back.”
    “And you think that’ll work? Problem solved?”
    “Not quite, but problem reduced, anyway.”
    Jas slumped back in his seat, looked into the distance and gave serious consideration to what he’d just heard. He couldn’t see anything past the limited light which came from the car’s headlamps. Beyond their reach the rest of the world was drenched in an impenetrable shroud of never-ending darkness. Given the scale of the problem they faced at the bottom of the hill, he decided that not being able to see was probably a good thing.
    “It’s a hell of a job you’re planning,” he finally said, sniffing and wiping a drip from the end of his nose. “It’s going to take time.”
    “We’ve got plenty of that,” Harte said quickly. “No one’s saying it’s all got to be done by this time tomorrow, are they? Might be worth giving it a go.”
    “Why now?” Jas asked. “We’ve been here for weeks and—”
    “Because they’re changing, aren’t they?” Stokes interrupted. “You heard what happened when we were out there earlier.”
    “One of them bit me, for fuck’s sake,” Webb interrupted energetically as if it was breaking news. Truth was, it was all he’d been talking about since it had happened.
    “Look, are you sure you’re not getting this out of proportion?” Jas wondered.