In the morning they were awoken by someone walking up and down the corridors ringing a handbell. Daniel dragged himself from a dream in which he was back at school, just a little kid again, and the bell was sounding the end of lunchtime play. He rubbed at his eyes and tried blinking. They felt gummy and his eyelids were sticky and thick with goo.
He sat up in bed and leaned over the edge. Despite the constant ringing of the bell, Will was still asleep, his mouth open and one arm hanging off the edge of the bed, his hand resting on the floor.
The other boys started getting out of their beds. They looked like they ranged in age from about twelve or thirteen up to about seventeen or eighteen. It hit Daniel that none of them had been alive before the electrical storm that brought the dinosau
