Daniel snapped awake from one nightmare to another. Before he could begin to recall any of the dream it drew away, out of reach. As if his mind was already deciding that Daniel had enough to deal with in the real world. He didn’t need his imagination adding to his stress.
The teenage boy sat up, leaning against the cold wall. The perimeter of the sports hall was highly coveted, no one liked being in the middle, surrounded by a mass of stinking, filthy bodies. Here at least, at the edges, you could sit up, rest your back against the wall. And there was no one behind you. No feeling of vulnerability, you didn’t have to fight the desire to turn around all the time, check what was happening.
Renton, of course, had got them the space by the wall. They had been here a day and a night and alrea
