His eyes were smarting from the smoke, and only the coolness of the night air on his face told him that they were outside. 'Shut your trap' The other struck the professor across the face with the back of his free hand, and Newman tasted blood in his mouth as he staggered back.įists were pummelling him the whole time. One of them bad an axe, and he heard the woodwork of the front His reply was greeted with guffaws, and more of the youths began crowding into the tiny front garden. If the football season had started maybe they wouldn't be here.' 'What are we going to do?' They're just looking for trouble, and dangerous. I'll bet the oldest one amongst 'em isn't more than twenty. 'Come on out or we'll burn the bloody place down' 'Who are they?' Susan was trembling. Three of them had hold of Susan, and were dragging her screaming out into the hall. 'Calm yourselves.' Newman tried to speak evenly. A hail of stones crashed into the small living-room, smashing the remaining panes of glass in the window, their force retarded by the obstructing flapping curtains. 'What the hell' Professor Newman was on his feet immediately. More stones and bricks showered into the room.

There was a howl of pain, and the improvised torch fell to the carpet.

Newman struck downwards viciously with a heavy glass ashtray, catching the youth on the forearm. Why didn't some of the locals do something? Or were they in sympathy with these louts who sought revenge on the man who was responsible for the terrible mutated virus? He wondered if anybody was phoning the police.ĭoor begin to splinter. The residents were obviously not going to tangle with the youths. Only a single streetlamp lit up the bizarre scene. The scene which met his eyes caused him to catch his breath. Newman pushed her behind him and moved to the window, parting one of the curtains slightly so that he could see outside. 'Come on out, Newman' Someone was hammering and kicking on the front door. Then let's just pray they get here in time.'

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