Claes Johansen

I shook his shoulder. ‘All right? You all right, Dave? Dave?’ He leaned his head back and closed his eyes hard, as he clenched his fists and started beating them against the wall. ‘We need to get you to a hospital,’ I said. ‘Nah, fuck that. Let’s just get away from here. ’ We walked on through the rain.

The warm blood trickled over her fingers. His body contracted as he stared at her, a rattling sound passing his lips. Then his knees suddenly caved in and he collapsed in front of her, letting the gun drop onto the floor. She quickly bent down to pick it up. For a moment he lay on the rug staring up at her with profound indignation.

By now the sun was up, and through the periscope he minded he could see the stony plateau in front of the position. On the other side of it were the outskirts of the jungle where the enemy was hiding and building his camps, preparing for new attacks. He observed the vastness of the wild jungle stretching north and west, pierced by hundreds of hilltops, each surrounded by a white fog.

Nicola’s father froze. He slowly put down his knife and fork. She looked at him, shocked to see how he had suddenly turned chalky white. She began to shiver. What did her father know about the Child Correction Centre? From the moment Nicola hears about the Child Correction Centre, her life is turned upside down.