01 - A Persistent Corpse
Harvey made a noise in his throat that was part trapped animal, then carefully, carefully drew Eunice into a hug and held on. There was no crushing nor indication he'd keep her if she struggled, just the firm and desperate grip of a shipwrecked man.
"I don't know that I can live, if they take me away," he said, voice dropping still softer. "I can't keep other prisoners safe like I keep you safe if they put me in prison, and if they leave me drugged or tied in a padded cell...it's not that I dream the War, exactly, but come lately there's things when I sleep that feel that way...they lord it over the high places, hangin up there with no rope nor reason like the inverse of angels...when they draw nigh I feel the bombardment, in my chest, in my blood, and there's no escaping it and maybe each impact kills someone or tears them up, it feels like that, life smashed out...in my dreams I run, an' sometimes they don't even try to catch me but sometimes one drifts after, steady, an' they don't breathe but I feel the shaking, in the blood. I truly feel that if I'm laid down drugged an' can't wake up, them...haints, them dark jellyfish, they're gonna touch me like a shell hits an' there won't be nothin left of me at all..."
Eunice's father ignored such demonstrations as public hugs, finally shifting the corpse and shutting the door. He paid excessive attention to the door being fully shut and poked at the windows to give Eunice and Harvey some extra seconds' privacy, if never so far off that he might not intervene. The axe sat in the stump between the two men, as it had been left.