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Chapters (81)
  1. Contents
  2. Books by Charlie Higson
  3. Praise for Charlie Higson’s writing:
  4. ST GEORGE
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. THE HUNTER
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. 19 DAYS EARLIER
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Chapter 48
  55. Chapter 49
  56. Chapter 50
  57. Chapter 51
  58. Chapter 52
  59. Chapter 53
  60. THE RACES
  61. Chapter 54
  62. Chapter 55
  63. Chapter 56
  64. Chapter 57
  65. Chapter 58
  66. Chapter 59
  67. Chapter 60
  68. Chapter 61
  69. Chapter 62
  70. Chapter 63
  71. Chapter 64
  72. Chapter 65
  73. Chapter 66
  74. Chapter 67
  75. CLOSING
  76. Chapter 68
  77. Chapter 69
  78. Chapter 70
  79. Follow Penguin
  80. THE BEGINNING
  81. PENGUIN BOOKS

‘I have,’ said Isaac. ‘I have this feeling. That if they’re going to get you then that’s what’ll happen – they’ll get you.’

‘Is that fate then?’

‘I think it’s my fate. That it’s written down. They’ll get me in the end. If I dodge it today, they’ll get me tomorrow.’

‘It’s better not to think about things too much,’ said Ella.

‘Maybe you’re right.’

‘What’s the matter with the moon?’ Ella asked, looking up at where it was appearing out of the darkening sky. It was turning red.

‘Dunno,’ said Isaac. ‘It’s not a good sign, though, is it?’ He gave a bitter little laugh.

‘What would make it red?’ Ella said.

‘Maybe smoke from a fire or something,’ said Isaac. ‘Or maybe dust or, I don’t know, particles in the atmosphere, you know, like, refracting the light.’

‘I think it’s pretty,’ said Ella. ‘So let’s not worry about it, yeah?’

‘Good plan. No worries. It’s just … They’re out there somewhere. I know they are.’

Ella got Scarface’s binoculars out and scanned the fields. It was getting too dark to see much. She passed them to Isaac.

‘What else you got on you?’ he asked. ‘Anything useful like radar, or an RPG launcher?’

‘Nothing really.’

Isaac adjusted the focus as he scanned the horizon.

‘So were you out looking for food and stuff today then?’ Ella asked, remembering the scav parties back in Holloway.

‘Yeah. There’s still quite a lot of stuff if you know where to look. Got a bit lost, though. Went further than we meant to, strayed into Windsor territory.’

‘Are the Windsor children really that bad?’

‘They’re all bastards. Them and Slough and Maidenhead. We only have any dealings with them at the races, at Ascot. Then we all get together and …’ His voice dropped. ‘Oh shit.’

‘What?’

‘They’re coming …’

Chapter 12

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Ella found the other kids sitting on the logs, not really talking to each other. She was glad to see that Sonya and Louisa were there. She explained what she’d seen from the look-out and saw them get all hunched up and scared-looking, though they were trying hard not to show it. Ella had seen enough kids like this before to recognize the signs. Daniel swore. Harry laughed. Ella had no idea what at. Maybe nothing. Louisa looked towards the gate and shook her head.

There was no sign of Scarface. He was still keeping to himself. Ella hurried off and tracked him down to the barn where he was sitting in his favourite garden chair, poking the fire with a bundle of sticks that he’d tied together.

‘They’re nearly here,’ she said. ‘We saw them from the tree with the binoculars. We’ve still got time to run. We could try to get to Windsor. We’ll be faster than them, I think.’