Staggering along through the night with my overnight bag, I made my way back to the trucking station. I was hallucinating badly again; I could see bodies and blood spread over the footpath and road in front of me. I felt as though I was walking through a horrific accident. The smell of blood and human flesh was on my own skin and made me flinch.
The voice chanted a psalm I had learnt as a child. 'Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.' He was laughing as he said these words over inside my brain. I agonised about why my voice had done this terrible injury to people.