door burst open, so hard that it bounced against the wall and nearly slammed shut again. But lucky for us the lock was too wrecked to allow it to close properly. We had our chance. Our last chance.
Now the firing was louder. It was not as intense as that first storm, more sporadic, but quite a few shots flying around. I hardly had time to take that in, though, as I slid down the ladder, Gavin following fast. For two people who’d been starved and beaten and neglected we suddenly seemed to have a lot of energy.
I didn’t know what we were going to find at the bottom of the ladder. What we did find was nothing. For a moment anyway. I’d been expecting all kinds of surprises, so in a way nothing was the biggest surprise of all. But then a guy ran across the intersection of the corridors in front of us. He was carrying a rifle and reloading it as he ran. He didn’t see us. I wondered how many of the rifles in the house still worked. Seemed like some of them still did. What a shame. But I did know that having a gun that worked would be a big bonus for us. I formed the grim determination to get a rifle. The only rifle I’d seen was in the hands of the man who’d just run past, and I assumed it was working, so I decided I’d try to get that one.
I took off after him. It might seem crazy, but I didn’t see how we were going to get out of this house without a weapon. I glanced to the left and saw no-one, so I turned left and went along the corridor, Gavin following. Hanging on the wall was a fire extinguisher. I grabbed that and lifted it off, just as I got to an open door. Holding the extinguisher by the top I peeped into the room. The guy was there all right. He was at the side of the window, peering out, trying to get a sight on someone I guessed, by the way he held the rifle. I figured that not only did I want his gun, but I was happy to help out the people he was trying to shoot. Any enemies of these guys were friends of mine.
I walked calmly towards him, working the pin out of the extinguisher as I did so. I’d only handled a fire extinguisher once before, at a field day, when Rural Firefighting were putting on a display, but they were made for idiots to use, so I figured I should be OK. But the pin was actually quite stiff, and I started to wonder if they’d taken idiots like me into account when they designed them. Then out it came, with a rasping noise.
It was enough to get the guy’s attention. He turned, not yet alarmed I think, just curious. When he saw who it was he reacted pretty fast though. He started swinging around, pulling his rifle back out of the window as he did so. I didn’t wait any longer, just pulled up the lever and let her rip.
I’d forgotten how dramatic fire extinguishers are. Not only do you get an instant result, but you get a powerful one. The white stuff jets out with not much less force than a bullet. It’s a never-ending high-powered blast of chemical, which looks almost solid at the core but with a lot of white mist or gas smoking around it. I couldn’t see the effect on him, because he was instantly obliterated. I saw the rifle, waving wildly as he brought it up, then I saw Gavin, who’d darted around me, come in from the side and wrench it from the guy. The moment he got it he backed off, bringing the rifle up to a firing position, while I kept going with the extinguisher. The guy was coughing and spluttering and yelping, but I don’t think the white stuff was too toxic. I mean, they wouldn’t put stuff in fire extinguishers that was too dangerous, would they? I just think he was taken completely by surprise — having your face and nose and eyes and mouth filled by some white chemical would be totally shocking, for a few moments at least.
He staggered out to the side. I swung the extinguisher around to make sure I kept it on him, but it was getting pretty light and the flow was slowing down. I dropped it and grabbed the rifle from Gavin, checked that the safety was off and backed away, aiming at the guy as he emerged from the fog. He was wiping his eyes and coughing and not even looking up. While he staggered around I had a quick look behind me. Gavin was one jump ahead — he already had a wardrobe door open and was waving at me to put the man in there. I was so relieved to see Gavin showing all this life, considering what he’d been through. It gave me fresh energy. I yelled at the man and he looked up and then got the message that I wanted him to go in the cupboard. He went pretty feebly. We slammed the door and turned the key, but I wasn’t sure that it would hold him for long. I pulled a chair over and wedged it under the handle, then wedged the door as well, with a thin book from the mantelpiece. It wasn’t much but it would have to do. I couldn’t murder the guy in cold blood, although it wouldn’t have taken much for me to put a bullet in him. I thought these people were the worst scum I’d come across.
Anyway, we wouldn’t be in this house for too long, if all went the way I hoped. We still had no idea what was happening, and why there was a gunfight going on. But with Gavin on my heels I ran back down the corridor, holding the rifle in the ready position, so I could fire at a moment’s notice. It was a long way to the top of the staircase. Soon I could see it, though, and then there was this slow-motion moment when we were reaching towards it; I could smell the freedom, I could picture us running down the stairs, and then Gavin yelled something and a man floated into the picture, from beyond the top of the staircase, to my left. He had a gun, I had a gun, we were both ready to shoot without question, so one of us was about to die. I jerked my rifle up fast and pulled the trigger. He was bringing his rifle up a little higher too, and I could see his right hand starting to squeeze as he thought about applying pressure to the trigger. But I was half his age and maybe that made the difference. Kee- raackkk. Is that the sound a rifle makes? I’ve heard enough of them now and that’s the closest I can get to capturing it on paper. His whole body kind of humped, shivered, then he stepped back half a pace, hunched up his shoulders, started moving his hands towards his chest, then fell over sideways, really awkwardly, really clumsily. All in slow motion.
I grabbed his rifle as it fell with him, and gave it to Gavin, which no doubt was one of the bigger thrills of his life. I did think it was possibly the most dangerous thing I’d ever done. The chance of my being shot in the back had suddenly become much higher, but we needed to take many chances if we were going to get out of this place.
Now it was time for the staircase. I gasped a big breath and took the first steps down it. A man appeared at the bottom and I jerked the rifle up again fast and pointed it straight at him. Before I could do anything I heard a shot and he fell backwards, hitting his head on the bottom step with such a crack that if he hadn’t been dead already I think he would have been wiped out by the fall. Killed twice over. You know you’re having a bad night when that happens.
The shot had come from down below us. Someone ran into my field of vision, moving diagonally, like he was doing either a zig or a zag. He had an automatic weapon and he looked totally professional. It wasn’t just the automatic weapon, you could tell from the way he covered that small patch of ground. We were dealing with something new now. Could be good, could be bad, could be on our side, could be hostile. Both Gavin and I swung our rifles around fast and lined him up. Gavin was now down on my step, right beside me. I held my fire, waiting to see what we had. Gavin was not so cautious. He didn’t have the judgement. Before I could stop him he tensed up and pulled the trigger.
‘Gavin!’ I screamed. But there was nothing. Only a wet sort of squelchy noise. Gavin rattled the trigger but nothing happened. I figured this was a rifle that’d been Coked. It was never going to kill anyone. The guy who’d had it mustn’t have tried to fire it or he would have found out for himself. Well, I’d saved someone’s life. Just hoped it wasn’t going to cost us ours.
The soldier at the foot of the stairs was in cover and I couldn’t see him any more. But then I saw his arm waving someone else forward. Another person ran into view. It was Lee.
CHAPTER 16
Gavin and I both screamed ‘Lee!’ He looked up and gave us a big smile, then a quick wave. We started down the steps. Lee yelled something to his right then came running up towards us. The other person came out again and covered Lee, with his back to us. Suddenly, though, Lee’s expression changed. He’d seen something or someone behind us. I whirled around and started dragging Gavin down at the same time. Down to a crouching position I mean, not down the stairs. I figured that was as much as I could cope with, because with my rifle and Gavin’s rifle we had quite a tangled mess. I had to rely on Lee to deal with whatever was behind us, but I did start twisting around and trying to get my rifle into a position where I could use it.
In a situation like a gunfight I think trust in Lee is probably quite a good idea. I just wish I could say the same about him when it came to stuff like relationships and other girls.
He dropped low too, but faster than Gavin and me, and at the same time he straightened up his rifle and fired.
You know you really trust someone when you let him point a rifle just above your head and pull the trigger, especially when he’s facing you at the time. Not that we had any choice. It’s one of many experiences I never want
