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Ginge and I slide the sofa out of the way and then unlock the door. Even though I know it’s safe, that there can’t possibly be a pack of Necs stood behind it, I still have to brace myself before opening it. Jonny hurries inside; his entire body drenched in sweat. Ginge locks the door behind him, and we push the sofa back into position.
To see his face, a face that I thought I’d never see again, fills me with such relief, it almost cancels out this s**t-storm of a day. I go to hug him, but he pushes me away.
“f**k you, Alfie,” he snaps. “You left me and Nathan out there to die.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, flashes of Nathan’s death filling my head. “I tried to pull you away, but you elbowed me in the mouth. Don’t you remember?”
“You don’t give up on friends,” Jonny scrutini
