Maggie is kneeling over her son, rocking back and forth, sobbing uncontrollably.
I steer him away from the fallen leader, towards the exit.
We step outside into the cool night air. g*n pointed ahead, I check for any other residents or spectators lying in wait with a shotgun. For now, the coast is clear. The top of the steel shutter is high, so I leap up, grab its narrow ledge, and yank it down. There’s an open padlock hanging through the metal latch at the centre. I’m too terrified to feel relief by the sheer luck of it, so I just click the padlock, and seal the b***h inside.
Some of the residents are gathered by the caravans; the news of my escape already spread. I still have a g*n, so I’ll take my chances and sprint towards the farm gates. “Come on, Ben,” I order, grabbing his wrist a
