Knottingley was compact enough for Callum and Sam to be able to scout relatively easily. There was a high street with traditional shops on one side, more modern-looking buildings on the other. It looked like they’d be able to find enough food and other supplies here to get them through tonight and tomorrow. ‘You know what gets me?’ Callum said, his voice low as a whisper.
‘What?’
‘All these shops... look at how many of them we’re never gonna need again. There are restaurants and takeaways, a pawn brokers, a bookies, couple of charity shops and thrift stores... me and the others used to talk about it when we were back in Brentwood. We’d have a few beers, then one of us would always be wanting to order a pizza or a curry.’
They kept going, and found that further to the north, the industri
