‘Haven’t you done enough damage?’
Steven immediately recognised the voice. He turned around to face him. ‘Norman, I just . . .’
‘Save your breath,’ Norman said, and he lunged at him again. Despite being younger and having a much larger frame, Steven’s exhaustion put him at a clear disadvantage. He tried to fight back but was slow to react, and before he’d realised what was happening he felt another pair of hands around his waist, pulling him away.
‘Tenacious little fucker this one,’ a voice he didn’t recognise said as he was dragged backwards. ‘Joey said he’d locked him in the Clements’ house like you asked, Norm.’
Steven managed to look back over his shoulder and though he couldn’t see much, he knew the remains of a wall were behind him. He dug his feet into the ground and pushed back
