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Even as DogNut said it David and his boys emerged from the building and marched outside, proudly carrying their rifles on their shoulders. David shouted an order and they stopped to line up next to the lorry, trying to look all serious and military but breaking into childish grins as they checked each other out with their new toys.

David came over to Ed.

'We're willing to act as an escort,' he said. 'I think if we keep together we stand a better chance of making it across the river.'

'That's very good of you, David,' said Ed. 'What do you want in return?'

'Some of your food, obviously.'

Ed exchanged a look with DogNut. 'Fair enough,' he said. 'But will you be able to keep up with us?'

'Look at it,' said David. 'The roads are jammed. It was hard enough travelling on them before, but now it'll be nearly impossible. We can clear a way for you. You really don't want to get stuck, after all.'

'OK.' Ed looked along the line of red-blazered boys. 'You got bullets for those things, by the way?'

'A few.'

Ed walked back to the building with DogNut. 'Last chance, DogNut.' Ed put an arm over the skinny kid's shoulders. 'You sure you're not coming? We could use someone like you.'

'The DogNut is staying, blood. It's not like Jordan's forcing us, or nothing. Is our choice. We a team. We stay here. And we fight for what we got. Took a whole lot to win this place.'

'Say goodbye to him for me,' said Ed. 'And thanks.'

'Good luck, bro,' said DogNut. 'Come back and see us when the fire's gone out.'

Ed laughed, exchanged an awkward high five with DogNut and went back over to the lorry where the coach-party kids were waiting for him.

'Right,' he shouted. 'Justin up front. I'll ride with you. And Brooke?'

'Yeah? What?'

'You as well, in with me and Justin. The rest of you in the back.'

As Justin climbed up into the cab, Brooke took Ed aside.

'What you want me in the front with you for, then?'

Ed sighed. 'I know you all want me to be the leader and make all the difficult decisions,' he said, 'but I'm not sure I always know the best thing to do.'

'Yeah? So?'

'So you're the only other one round here who gets any respect from the others. From now on, you and me, Brooke, we're going to work together, OK?'

Brooke shrugged, flattered, but a little scared at the same time.

'OK.'

Ed had been turned away southwards, trying to work out how far away the fire was. Now he turned to look at Brooke.

'You ready, then?'

Brooke winced and shrank away from him. Not wanting to look at the gash down the side of his face, but ghoulishly fascinated at the same time.

'I'm sorry,' she said, 'I keep forgetting. I still ain't used to your, like, cut. It looks awful, Ed. You ain't even cleaned it properly or nothing. Couldn't you have got one of Jordan's crew to help you?'

Ed sighed and fingered the scab. His face hurt like hell and his eye was still swollen shut. He hoped it wasn't damaged.

'I haven't had time,' he said.

'Ed, you got to you don't want it to go bad. You'll look like crap.'

Ed had been too busy before to think about his wound, and that was how he wanted it to stay, there was enough other stuff to worry about.

'What do you reckon they could do about it anyway?' he snapped. 'Stick a plaster on it and give me a paracetamol? Kiss it better?'

'You don't get that seen to, there ain't no one never gonna want to kiss you again, man,' Brooke muttered grumpily, annoyed by Ed's manner.

'I'll sort it out later,' said Ed. 'We've got to get going. It'll be dark soon, or at least it would be if it wasn't for the fire.'

'At least let me clean it,' said Brooke. 'You got, like, bog paper and stuff stuck to it. It looks well nasty.' Brooke reached out a hand towards Ed's face then snatched it away with a grimace.

'You look like one of them,' she said. 'You ain't turning into Frederique, are you?'

'Just get on the lorry, Brooke, and let's get out of here.'

69.

The lorry ploughed through the railings at the side of the park, flattening them, and the kids in the back cheered. As soon as they hit the road, however, they had to slow down. It was choked with fleeing children. The lorry rumbled forward at a snail's pace, David and his boys clearing a path, shoving aside kids to stop them from being run down, shifting piles of debris that were blocking the street, shunting away broken-down cars. It seemed that every few metres there was another obstacle in the road. Once they even had to move a collapsed advertising hoarding.

As they cleared a railway bridge, they finally came to a complete stop. There was yet another abandoned car in their way. David's boys fussed about as the lorry sat there shaking and hissing and Ed grew more and more frustrated. He hated being stuck in the claustrophobic cab not able to do anything except watch. Justin was sweating and swearing, teetering on the verge of panic. Brooke was moody and twitchy being separated from her friends. She kept sneaking disgusted glances at Ed's face. In the end Ed could stand it no longer. He kicked the door open and jumped down to help David's lot with the car.

Once the road was clear he decided to stay and walk with them for a while.

From down here the lorry looked huge as it moved slowly through the crowds. He was reminded of those old dinosaur films, where the dying dinosaurs have to escape some terrible natural disaster. There would be lots of small fast-moving dinosaurs, maybe even the odd early mammal or two, and there, in the middle of it all, a lumbering, hulking apatosaurus or the like.

It was taking too long. Behind them the fire was growing ever closer, travelling faster than they were, steadily eating away at London. Ed could hear the roar and crackle of it and see unbelievably big flames clawing at the sky over the rooftops of the houses. There were distant screams, but it was impossible to tell, in all the confusion, which direction they were coming from.

At last, though, they reached the river, where the road opened out. Ahead of them was a large roundabout, and on the far side of it was Lambeth Bridge, flanked by two tall stone obelisks that were topped with what looked like pineapples. To the left was a modern glass and steel apartment block with curved walls, to the right, in sharp contrast, was what looked like a medieval church and beyond that the square redbrick Tudor buildings of Lambeth Palace. The church sat in its own gardens, which were filled with children waiting to cross the bridge.

A major road ran along the river here, and it, too, was packed. The sheer number of kids was causing a dangerous bottleneck and nobody seemed to be moving. Traffic was stuck on the bridge, and children were having to climb over cars or squeeze past them to get anywhere. It was chaos. There were dogs barking, horns blaring, boys and girls of all ages sitting in the road clutching their pathetic bundles of belongings. As more and more kids arrived they milled around, pushing and shoving each other.

'We'll never get over,' said one of David's boys, staring at the solid mass of people on the bridge.

'We have to,' said Ed. 'None of the other bridges will be any better. And we'd never get to them in time anyway.'

Somewhere off to the left there was an explosion. A fountain of vividly coloured sparks shot up into the air and a second later everyone felt the force of it as a shockwave passed through the crowd, starting a panic. There was a stampede, but with nowhere to go the mass of kids surged in all directions, knocking each other over and trampling smaller kids underfoot.

Ed tugged at his hair and bit the skin around his fingernails. Was this really happening? The black mood of despair settled over him again. He didn't have the energy to cope. He'd used up everything he had. He slipped his rifle off his shoulder, closed his eyes, slid slowly down one of the huge rear tyres of the lorry and sat on the tarmac. He put his hands over his ears to block out the sound of screaming.

They were all going to die here, on this stupid bloody road. And it was his fault. He should never have led the kids away from the safety of the museum.

70.

The fire had reached the museum. Fanned by the strong winds it had torn through the houses at the rear and leapt up into a line of big trees at the edge of the park. Now, finally, one of the trees toppled over and crashed into the corner of the museum, ripping it open.

Smoke started to spread through the galleries.

Jordan was up in his office making plans with a small group of boys. DogNut was outside by the naval guns, watching the chaos and confusion. Smoke wafted in clumps across the park that was garishly lit up by the nearby fires.

DogNut was beginning to wish he'd gone with Ed and the others. The sheer power of the fire was terrifying. He'd never known anything like it. It was an unstoppable elemental force. Could they really hold out here?

He went back inside. Boys were sitting with their heads bowed, exhausted by the fear and stress. DogNut blinked. His friends looked vague and hazy, as if there was a veil hanging in the air between them. He looked up at the Spitfire dangling from the ceiling. It was lost in a grey fog.

DogNut swallowed. His throat hurt.

'Look at that.' One of the boys was pointing to the back of the atrium.

A long tendril of smoke was crawling across the floor. It looped around one of the tanks.

Then DogNut became aware of a hissing, shuffling sound. Like waves raking over small pebbles on a beach.

Was it fire making the sound, or something else?

Footsteps. Heavy breathing.

A father came shambling up the stairs, drool hanging from his lower lip. Behind him, other dark shapes were emerging from the smoke.

DogNut drew his katana from its sheath.

'They're in!'

71.

'Get up!'

Ed tilted his head back and squinted at David. He was standing over him, clutching his rifle, a black shape against a fiery sky.

'Why?'

'Get up, Ed.'

'What's the point?'

David took hold of Ed's jacket and hauled him to his feet.

'You might want to sit here and get barbecued,' he said, 'but I don't. Everyone needs to do his bit. I've sent Pod and three others forward to try and find out what's happening on the bridge. The rest of my squad are guarding the lorry. We can't let anything happen to the cargo.'

Ed took a deep breath. 'Maybe we should just abandon it,' he said. 'If everyone got out and walked it'd be a lot easier to get across.'

'Is that really what you want to do?'

Ed sighed.

'No.' In truth he couldn't bear the thought of abandoning the lorry. It had their whole lives on it, as well as being a safe place for the kids. There was no getting away from the fact, though, that the conditions on the bridge were only going to get worse. More and more kids were arriving from every direction and filling the space around the roundabout, and the longer they sat here waiting for it to clear, the closer the fire was going to get. The wind was still blowing strongly in this direction. The smoke was so thick in the air it scoured Ed's eyes and throat so that he couldn't stop coughing.

David shoved him back against the side of the lorry and fixed him with a cold hard stare.

'Are you just going to give up?' he asked.

Ed shrugged. He just wanted to curl up under the lorry and go to sleep.

'Is that what your friends would have wanted?' David went on.

'No.'

'Then do it for them.'

David was right. What had it all been for? To have come through everything, to have fought so hard, for Jack and Bam and the others to die ...

Ed wearily picked up his rifle.

'I'll fight,' he said.

'Good.' David looked at his watch. 'It's gone six o'clock. We have to push on. What we haven't considered is exactly what's on the other side. The Strangers will all be coming out of their hiding places. The quicker we get to a place of safety the better.'