Chapters (81)
- Contents
- Books by Charlie Higson
- Praise for Charlie Higson’s writing:
- ST GEORGE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- THE HUNTER
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- 19 DAYS EARLIER
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- THE RACES
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- CLOSING
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Follow Penguin
- THE BEGINNING
- PENGUIN BOOKS
‘Ram them,’ said Kyle.
‘Yeah,’ said Macca. ‘Let’s splatter them morons.’
‘There are too many of them,’ said Ebenezer, leaning forward for a better look. ‘We will just get stuck.’
‘There’s a lot of them,’ said Trio. She and Trey both had their eyes shut. ‘A whole lot of them. We should go back.’
‘Where they going anyway?’ Lewis asked. ‘Where’s the party at?’
‘They’ve got the call,’ said Trey. ‘All they want is to get into town and meet up with the others.’
‘Ram them,’ said Kyle. ‘We go fast enough, they can’t stop us.’
‘No,’ said Trey.
‘A body can do a lot of damage to a car if it’s going fast,’ said Lewis. ‘I saw a kid get run over at the junction near our school this one time. He bounced, man. Went flying. Was in hospital for, like, a year or something. Don’t know how he wasn’t killed. But that car, whoa, you shoulda seen it. All dented up, crushed, like the geezer had run it into a wall. Nice car and all.’
‘Yeah,’ Ed agreed, twisting round in his seat. ‘We don’t want to wreck the car. Without it our job would be a whole lot harder.’
‘All right. We go slow then,’ said Kyle. ‘Plough through them, like an ice-breaker.’ He mimed the action with the edge of one hand, slicing the air.
Ed looked at Trinity.
‘How many of them, you think? Can we force a way through?’
‘Too many,’ said Trio, pinching her lip nervously. ‘Can’t give you exact numbers. We’re only seeing the front of them.’
‘Give it a go at least,’ said Macca. ‘Even if we only take some of them out it’ll be a few less sickos in the world.’
‘It’s not about taking sickos out.’ Ed was trying not to get wound up. ‘It’s about doing what we’ve come to do and getting safely back to the museum.’
‘Stupid question,’ said Brooke, ‘but can we go round them?’
‘Stupid question,’ said Kyle and he laughed.
‘Another stupid question,’ said Brooke, ‘but how did you get to be such a moron, Kyle?’
‘We can’t go round them,’ Ed butted in, trying to kill the argument. Brooke had stopped Macca from being a pest with her lovey-dovey act and now Kyle was in danger of starting up a whole fresh round of bickering.
‘There’s no way off the motorway here,’ he went on. ‘And they’re filling the whole road. However, there is a turn-off to Slough not too far ahead. We could try pushing through them.’
‘We should go the other way, Lewis. Really we should.’ Trio was sounding very anxious.
‘Didn’t we just pass a turn-off?’ Ebenezer asked.