By Kevin Brooks
This can be the winner of the 2014 Cilip Carnegie Medal. Room meets Lord of the Flies, The Bunker Diary is award-winning, younger grownup author Kevin Brooks' pulse-pounding exploration of what occurs whilst your worst nightmare comes precise - and the way will you live to tell the tale? i will not think I fell for it. It used to be nonetheless darkish while I awakened this morning. once my eyes opened I knew the place i used to be. A low-ceilinged oblong development made completely of whitewashed concrete. There are six little rooms alongside the most hall. There aren't any home windows. No doorways. The elevate is the single manner in or out. what is he going to do to me? What am I going to do? If i am correct, the elevate will come down in 5 mins. It did. in simple terms this time it wasn't empty...Praise for The Bunker Diary: "[Kevin Brooks'] pacey plots ...have made him a cult between teenagers. This, even though, is the large one. it may be learn by way of everyone". (Amanda Craig, The Times). Kevin Brooks has received the Branford Boase Award and been shortlisted for the mother or father kid's Fiction Award, the Booktrust Teenage Prize, the Manchester booklet Award and for the Carnegie Medal (for Martyn Pig, highway of the lifeless and Black Rabbit Summer). Kevin Brooks was once born in Exeter and studied in Birmingham and London. He had a diversified operating existence, with jobs in a crematorium, a zoo, a storage and a submit workplace, earlier than - fortunately - giving all of it as much as write books. Kevin is the writer of Being, Black Rabbit summer time, Killing God (published as sunrise within the USA), iBoy and bare for Penguin. He now lives in North Yorkshire. should you loved The Bunker Diary and need to get inside of extra of your favorite books, then try out spinebreakers.co.uk for unique writer interviews, competitions and lots more and plenty extra.
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12:15 p. m. not anything strikes. Time is gradual. i assumed he used to be blind. That’s how he bought me. I nonetheless can’t think I fell for it. I hold taking part in it over in my brain, hoping I’ll do whatever assorted, however it consistently seems an analogous. It used to be early Sunday morning while it occurred. the day prior to this morning. I wasn’t doing something specifically, simply striking round the concourse at Liverpool highway station, attempting to continue hot, looking for Saturday evening leftovers. I had my arms in my wallet, my guitar on my again, my eyes to the floor. Sunday morning is an efficient time for locating issues. humans get inebriated on Saturday evening. They rush to get the final educate domestic. They drop stuff. funds, playing cards, hats, gloves, cigarettes. The cleaners get many of the good things, yet occasionally they leave out issues. i discovered a faux Rolex as soon as. obtained a tenner for it. So it’s continually worthy having a look. yet all I’d came upon that morning used to be a damaged umbrella and a half-empty packet of Marlboros. I threw the umbrella away yet stored the cigarettes. I don’t smoke, yet cigarettes are continuously worthy protecting. So there i used to be, simply putting round, minding my very own company, whilst a number of platform employees got here out of a facet door and commenced jogging in the direction of me. certainly one of them was once a standard, a tender black man known as blood brother who’s frequently okay, yet I didn’t be aware of the opposite one. and that i didn’t just like the glance of him. He used to be a tremendous man in a peaked cap and steel-tipped sneakers, and he appeared like hassle. He most likely wasn’t, and so they most likely wouldn’t have me besides, yet it’s continuously most sensible to play secure, so I positioned my head down, pulled up my hood, and moved off in the direction of the taxi rank. And that’s whilst I observed him. The blind guy. Raincoat, hat, darkish glasses, white stick. He used to be status in the back of a dark-coloured van. A Ford Transit, i believe. The again doorways have been open and there has been a heavy-looking suitcase at the floor. The blind guy was once suffering to get the case at the back of the van. He wasn’t having a lot success. there has been anything unsuitable along with his arm. It was once in a sling. It used to be nonetheless lovely early and the station used to be abandoned. i'll listen the 2 platform males jangling their keys and giggling approximately anything, and from the sound of the massive guy’s clackety-clack footsteps i'll inform they have been relocating clear of me, keeping off in the direction of the escalator that leads as much as McDonald’s. I waited a short time simply to ensure they weren’t coming again, then I became my recognition to the blind guy. except the Transit van, the taxi rank used to be empty. No black cabs, not anyone ready. there has been simply me and this blind guy. A blind guy along with his arm in a sling. i presumed approximately it. you may stroll away if you happen to desired to, I advised myself. You don’t need to support him. you may simply stroll away, great and quiet. He’s blind, he’ll by no means recognize, will he? yet I didn’t stroll away. I’m a pleasant man. I coughed to allow him comprehend i used to be there, then I walked up and requested him if he wanted any support. He didn’t examine me. He stored his head down. and that i concept that used to be a section peculiar. yet then i presumed, might be that’s what blind humans do? I suggest, what’s the purpose of somebody should you can’t truly see them?