In the midst of the landscape, two crumbling buildings. One building for the men, one for the women.

We entered the yard. A group of patients sat huddled round an open fire. They had few clothes and were shivering. Many looked bemused. They were very near to each other, pushing their shoulders together, looking around, trying to reassure one another.

To one side, there were bodies, maybe around 10 of them.

I knew the man who ran the centre and we found him. We learnt that he'd lost his entire family three days earlier: among them, his wife, son and grandson. He'd brought his family here because he thought no one would attack the centre.

Some of the bodies in the yard were members of his family.

As darkness closed in and temperatures dropped further, we had to move fast. We identified those who needed help most. As we worked, an old man died in front of us from the cold.

No medicines. No heating, No fuel to cook the food.

I checked a few nearby buildings to see if there were any other people. There weren't.

But there was another body. We could see it, but it was trapped under a collapsed building. We couldn't do anything about it.