Chapter twentyWith Dimpy at one end and me at the other we heaved the slab up and toppled it aside. The mess of black blood and splintered yellow bones underneath had been a woman and her child.
The world had not come to an end. But it seemed not far off to the folk down here working like ants to clear away debris. There might still be people trapped. We found some alive; a couple of days later we were uncovering only dead bodies. We worked, ate and drank, slept when we fell. We wore scarves over our mouths and nostrils. The sights were pitiful, ugly, depressing. The spirit of the folk of the warrens was splendid. They toiled without stint. Members of opposing gangs worked side by side, enmities forgotten. Oh yes, in bringing death and destruction, the forces of nature can also bring out
