Dog Blood

What Sahota said scared me more, though. I get the feeling they’re just using us as-” He stops suddenly.
    “Problem?”
    “Listen…”
    I quickly get up and go back out into the bar. Someone’s banging on the outside of the fire exit I entered through yesterday. Apart from me and Parsons there’s no one else down here, and I realize it’s up to me to confront whoever’s out there. I move quickly across the room, grabbing a broken pool cue to use as a weapon, then stand by the door and wait. The hammering continues. The door’s solid-no way of knowing who it is without opening it up.
    “Do it,” Parsons hisses from across the room. Cowardly fucker, why don’t you come over here and open it? Rather than argue, I take a deep breath, tighten my grip on my pool cue bludgeon, then open the door. There’s a teenaged girl standing in front of me, looking as tense and unsure as I did when I first arrived here. She only looks about fifteen. She’s one of us.
    “I’m looking for Julia Chapman,” she says, her voice surprisingly confident and strong.
    “Who is?” I ask, remembering back to my first encounter here.
    “My name’s Sophie Wilson,” she answers, handling the situation far better than I did, “and I’ve got a message for her from Sahota.”
    I let her in, quickly glancing around the back of the building to make sure she hasn’t been followed before shutting and barring the fire exit.
    I lead her through the eerily quiet building, Parsons following us at a cautious distance. I take her upstairs to where I last left Julia talking to Craven, but she’s not there. He points up at the ceiling. I double back and head up to the roof, covering my eyes at the sudden brightness. The sun is huge in the clear sky high above us. Julia’s sitting on one of the deckchairs under the tarpaulin, looking into the city through a pair of binoculars. She lowers them when she hears us approach.
    “This is-” I start to say.
    “You Julia?” Sophie asks. Julia nods. “Got a message for you from Sahota. He said to tell you that I’m the last one.”
    “What else?”
    “He said: Town hall, south side. Six a.m. Five others.”
    Julia looks at her for a second, absorbing what she’s been told. Then she nods her head.
    “Thanks. Get some rest while you can. There might still be some food left downstairs. Ask one of the others and they’ll show you.”
    Sophie heads back down without question, leaving me with Julia. Parsons hovers behind us nervously.
    “What did her message mean?” I ask, feeling like I’m the only one who’s not in the know.
    “It means there’s as many of us here as there’s ever gonna be. It means it’s time.”
    I look straight ahead, determined not to let her see how nervous I’m suddenly feeling.
    “South side?”
    “South side of the town hall is where he wants us to base ourselves,” she answers, looking through the binoculars again. “It’s where I thought he’d want us to be, close enough to the military to cause them problems, far enough out not to be suspicious.”
    “And five others? What was that all about?”
    “Five other groups like ours. That’s not so good. We were hoping for double that. Should still be enough, though.”
    “And where will they be?”
    “Don’t know, and I don’t care. All I know and all you need to know is that we’ll go where we’re told to and cause fucking chaos when the time’s right. Between six groups of us, their military won’t know which way to turn. The panic will spread fast, and before you know it the whole city will be fighting. And if we do it right, before long there won’t be a city left.”
    “There won’t be anything left,” Parsons mumbles under his breath.
    I sit down on the edge of the roof and stare into the distance. The Unchanged camp looks like a massive, dirty black machine from here. Clouds of gray smoke billow up from between buildings like belching exhaust fumes. Helicopters buzz through the air like flies around a corpse. There’s no point denying it, being this close to the enemy makes me want to march in there and start killing. Or it would if I didn’t feel the odds were stacked against us. It’s probably just me. Perhaps I’m at fault? Maybe I should have more faith? But like I keep telling myself, I don’t want to die.
    “Just imagine it,” Julia says wistfully, looking deep into the distance. “Imagine when we start to fight and they start to run, when they panic and try to get