It felt as though a rib was broken, but his main concern was for Susan. Boots thudded into his body, and he groaned aloud. His eyes were smarting from the smoke, and only the coolness of the night air on his face told him that they were outside. There is no need for panic.'įists were pummelling him the whole time. 'Calm yourselves.' Newman tried to speak evenly. He wondered if anybody was phoning the police. The residents were obviously not going to tangle with the youths. Only a single streetlamp lit up the bizarre scene. Flames were now leaping from the curtains on to the pine wall coverings, and choking black smoke filled the room. Newman pulled her to him, determined to shield her from the mob. There was no way of locking it-not that it would have been any use. >Susan screamed and came running back into the room, slamming the frail door behind her. There was a splintering crack from out in the hall, and he knew that the front door had yielded. It was only a matter of minutes before the entire bungalow became an inferno. 'Let go of her' Newman's voice was lost in the shouting, and he felt himself being pulled along with the crowd. 'What d'you want?' Brian Newman shouted, and dodged back as another stone came whizzing into the room. Why didn't some of the locals do something? Or were they in sympathy with these louts who sought revenge on the man who was responsible for the terrible mutated virus? You started this fuckin' disease, and if we've all gotta die then you're goin' to be the first'ĭoor begin to splinter. A hail of stones crashed into the small living-room, smashing the remaining panes of glass in the window, their force retarded by the obstructing flapping curtains. 'What the hell' Professor Newman was on his feet immediately. If the football season had started maybe they wouldn't be here.' 'What are we going to do?' They're just looking for trouble, and dangerous. I'll bet the oldest one amongst 'em isn't more than twenty. 'Come on out or we'll burn the bloody place down' 'Who are they?' Susan was trembling. More stones and bricks showered into the room. There was a howl of pain, and the improvised torch fell to the carpet. Newman struck downwards viciously with a heavy glass ashtray, catching the youth on the forearm. The fingers gripped a rolled newspaper, the flames licking at the nylon material, igniting it instantly. The curtains blew inwards as the warm breeze of a hot summer's night wafted through the smashed pane.Ī denim-clad arm was thrust in through the flapping curtains. A heavy object thudded on to the carpet and bounced against the fireplace. Her attempts to raise his spirits were interrupted by a crashing and splintering of glass. 'I'll try and keep 'em talking in the meantime.' 'Dial 999,' he said pushing Susan gently away.
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