The girl with half her face painted white - who I guess was in charge - kept mumbling to the others, then shouting at me to keep moving.
“Where is the boy? We told you to bring him and only then would you get the men back.”
I kept asking her who she was but she ignored me and carried on pushing onward, further into the trees.
No one is around... I forgot that I was on my own.
What on Earth am I going to do when I get there. There’s no way I can fight Badger on my own.
I really haven’t thought this through! Oh well - too late to turn back now!
What am I supposed to do? I don’t know where Simon is - even if I did I wouldn’t hand him over to Badger...
But if I do nothing he’ll kill Dad and Aaron. I have no doubt of that. And it’ll all be my fault. I could go back to the safe haven to get Jack...
If I knew where it was!
Then I heard an engine outside. The dogs froze and quietly growled.
I left them behind and made my way upstairs...
My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I saw Dad’s VW van - I was about to rush out to greet them when I saw that the van was surrounded by rotters.
As soon as we climbed the stairs Bowie began growling. I stopped to listen and could hear the gurgling sounds of a rotter.
I crept into the barrel filled room with my sickle ready and plunged it into the rotter’s head...
The dogs curled up next to me in the corner, which was nice... it’s freezing cold and I’ve forgotten my coat!
“I’d rather just have one person I know I can trust to look after me, than ten guys that can barely look after themselves.
Thank you all the same - the camp is your responsibility, Simon is mine.”
Not all that dwell in hell are bad, some you'll meet and you'll be glad.