Purification

and he was missing having her around.
    He hadn’t yet dared say as much to her, but he knew that he loved her and he was reasonably confident that she loved him, as much as anyone could love anyone else in their cold and emotionally-starved world. His sudden solitude this evening (which he still felt despite the fact that he was surrounded by other people) had made him painfully aware of the depth and strength of the feelings he had for Emma but which, because of circumstance, he’d kept hidden and subdued. The constant pressure and danger on the mainland had made it impossible for either of them to fully appreciate how they really felt.
    Lying on the bed in the dark was pointless. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep. Already fully dressed, he got up and crept back down the narrow staircase to where Brigid, Guest, Harper and Gayle Spencer were sitting in the kitchen.
    ‘You all right?’ Brigid asked as he entered the room. His shuffling footsteps on the floorboards above had alerted them to the fact that he was up and awake.
    ‘I’m okay,’ he answered quietly.
    ‘Coffee?’
    He nodded. The kettle was boiling on a portable gas stove, filling the room with steam and heat.
    ‘Where are the others?’ he asked, looking around and trying not to yawn.
    ‘Danny, Tony and Richard are upstairs, Harry and Bruce are outside.’
    ‘Outside? What the hell are they doing out there?’
    ‘Keeping watch,’ Gail answered.
    ‘Why? Has something happened?’
    She shook her head.
    ‘No, we’re not planning on taking any chances, that’s all.’
    ‘Bloody hell, just being outside would have meant taking a chance where I’ve just come from.’
    ‘We know. It’s different here, you’ll get used to it.’
    Michael took a few steps closer to the window and looked out into the darkness. He could just about make out movement a few metres ahead. It was too quick and purposeful to have been a body. It had to have been either Stayt or Fry.
    ‘Here you go,’ Brigid said, handing him a mug of coffee.
    ‘Thank
    you.’
    He could see one of the men outside more clearly now.
    Whoever it was they were walking back towards the cottage. Seconds later the door to Michael’s right creaked open and Harry Stayt stepped inside.
    ‘Okay, Harry?’ Gayle asked. Stayt nodded.
    ‘Bloody cold out there tonight,’ he complained.
    ‘What you come back in for? Anything happening out there?’
    ‘Saw a couple of bodies about half an hour ago, that’s all.’
    ‘Give you any trouble?’ Michael wondered. ‘I mean, did they go for you or were they like the others earlier?’
    ‘They went for us.’
    ‘I don’t understand. Why do some of them still react like that when others don’t?’ asked Harper. A young man, tonight he looked tired and drawn beyond his years.
    Michael shrugged his shoulders.
    ‘Who knows,’ he replied. ‘My guess is that it all depends on what condition their brains and bodies are in.’
    ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘Some of them are more decayed than others. You’d expect their brains to be decaying at the same rate as the rest of their bodies, so it stands to reason that some will be in a worse mental state than others.’
    ‘Bloody hell, they’re all in a bad mental state, aren’t they?’ Stayt grinned. ‘Look, sorry to change the subject, but I saw the windows steaming up and guessed you’d put the kettle on. Any chance of a drink?’
    Deep in thought, Brigid stood up and spooned coffee into two more mugs. She poured on boiling water, stirred the drinks and then pushed them over towards Stayt who picked them up with one hand. Michael noticed that he was carrying a blade of some description in the other hand.
    From where he was standing he couldn’t see whether it was a sword, a machete or just a long-bladed knife. Stayt noticed that he was looking at it.
    ‘Bloody useful, this is,’ he explained as he lifted the blade up into the dull light. It was a long and ornately decorated sword. The other survivors watched him raise it with cautious eyes. ‘Nicked it from a museum a few weeks back. I tell you, it’s the best thing I’ve found for getting rid of bodies.’
    ‘Put that damn thing down, will you?’ Brigid sighed.
    ‘You’re like a bloody kid with a new toy. I used to spend half my time locking up idiots who carried things like that.’
    Michael looked puzzled. Stayt explained.
    ‘Ex-Copper,’ he grinned. He did as he was asked and then turned round to leave the cottage