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lived, continuing to pore over the books and other texts she’d kept with her from university. What good’s all that going to do you now? people asked her with infuriating regularity. Where was the point in studying a now-defunct subject such as criminal law, or in studying anything else for that matter? Driver knew they were missing the point entirely. He didn’t need to ask Zoe why she studied, because he already knew. It was obvious. Like the newspaper he had read over and over, Zoe’s studies were her coping mechanism. They were both a distraction and an occupation; a link to the past she wasn’t yet ready to lose. “Just because you’ve all forgotten who you used to be,” she’d sometimes tell them when she was feeling particularly frustrated, “doesn’t mean I have to.”
    Kieran and Jackson marched across the courtyard toward the classroom, feet crunching through the gravel and frost. They’d barely got through the door before Bob was at them.
    “Well?”
    “Well what?” Jackson asked.
    “Is it safe?”
    “No way of knowing that for sure until we get out there, is there, Bob?”
    “That’s reassuring,” Steve grumbled. Driver said nothing, but he shared their concern. This seemed like the most tenuous of plans.
    “All I can tell you,” Jackson said, “is that they’re all pretty much frozen solid right now. The frost last night was particularly severe. I tried digging a hole just now, and I could barely get the spade to break the surface of the soil, so those things outside shouldn’t be much more than chunks of ice. As long as we’re back before they start to thaw out, we should be fine.”
    “ Should be fine?” Bob said.
    “ Will be fine. Now, are we ready?”
    There was a muted, barely audible response.
    “I’m ready,” Zoe said, keen to show she was willing and to kick the others up the backside a little.
    Nothing.
    “Kieran’s going out there first in the digger to clear those icy bastards off the road, Driver follows with the rest of us. He’ll get us to the hotel, then it’s in and out and back again as quick as we can. No messing around. Got it?”
    “You make it sound so easy,” Steve said.
    “It will be easy,” Jackson replied. “Trust me.”
    “Oh, we trust you, all right,” Bob said, following Zoe as she walked out of the classroom. “It’s what’s left of the rest of the world we have a problem with.”
    Driver was the last to leave, his stomach knotted with nerves. He didn’t know what scared him more—the prospect of leaving the safety of the castle walls, or what he might find back at the hotel.

 
     
    10
     
    Mark Ainsworth’s fifteen minutes of fame had ended shortly before the rest of the world had died. He’d worked in a call center selling car insurance for eight years until just before last summer when a chance encounter on a busy high street had resulted in him appearing on a couple of episodes of a poorly rated, fashion-based reality TV show. Most people’s professions had been rendered redundant by the apocalypse, none more so than Mark, but with the blissful ignorance of someone who thought that a brief appearance on TV suddenly promoted him from a nobody to a somebody , he refused to shut up about it. He still put gel in his hair every morning and used copious amounts of deodorant, still checked his appearance in the mirror whenever he left the caravan. But there were no TVs now. No fashion. No advertisers. None of it mattered—not that any of it ever had. Melanie was sick of hearing about it.
    “Just give it a rest, Mark,” she said, teeth chattering in the cold. “You’ve already told me.”
    “I know. Pretty cool though, eh?”
    “If you say so.”
    “They were talking about getting me to do a few PAs at Oceania in town. Now that would have been awesome. Did you ever go to that club?”
    “Yeah. It was shit.”
    “You’re kidding me. Oceania? That place was the dog’s bollocks.”
    “Well it was bollocks,” she said,