Helen felt like she could just curl up into a ball and go to sleep, she looked at them not knowing whether to scream : THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING.<br/><br/>She knew deep down, that would not make it all go away. Was she the only one who felt like that? Turning after Heather smiled at her, she started crying. She didn’t care if they saw her, but she turned anyway trying to wipe the tears away - the soldier’s voice was so hard and matter-of-fact, that it shocked her. She supposed that was the soldier’s training.<br/><br/>She’d never really had to carry out orders - that was the beauty of her job, she was not really answerable to anyone and what she’d created had been judged best in show many times, her mind wandered, thinking of her herbaceous borders and her kitchen gardens. Who’s going to look after them until she got back?<br/><br/>For all she knew at that moment hours could have passed - even thought she knew it was minutes. She knew she had to try and do as the others were doing, think ahead, you’re still alive, she told herself.<br/><br/>“Well I’ll start gathering the food.” Her voice had taken on a more resigned tone. I‘ll start when the…we move the body. I'll keep all the dry food stuff together and the meat together and maybe we can find a way of preserving it…I don’t know… I’m….”<br/><br/>Her voice trailed off, what could she do apart from live minute by minute, hour by hour.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>