I woke to the sound of a dozen carts trundling past the station. It took me a minute to fully realise where I was, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling and trying to piece the previous evening back together in my head. Then it came together and I understood the bed, the noise outside and the fact that I was already late for my first full day on the job.         I dragged myself out of the bed, took a quick shower a...

        Josh died without a sound.          Raising the ruined stump of his forearm he held it to his chest with his remaining hand, but there was no real effort to stop the flow of blood which washed across his stained denim workshirt. He showed no fear, no anger, just the same docile acceptance as all the sheep we had lifted into the grinders together.         The machines had slow...