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By Kevin Brooks

This is often 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 actual - and the way will you live on? i will not think I fell for it. It was once nonetheless darkish whilst I awakened this morning. once my eyes opened I knew the place i used to be. A low-ceilinged oblong construction made totally of whitewashed concrete. There are six little rooms alongside the most hall. There aren't any home windows. No doorways. The carry is the single means 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. merely this time it wasn't empty...Praise for The Bunker Diary: "[Kevin Brooks'] pacey plots ...have made him a cult between youngsters. This, even though, is the massive one. it may be learn by means of everyone". (Amanda Craig, The Times). Kevin Brooks has gained the Branford Boase Award and been shortlisted for the mother or father kid's Fiction Award, the Booktrust Teenage Prize, the Manchester publication Award and for the Carnegie Medal (for Martyn Pig, street of the lifeless and Black Rabbit Summer). Kevin Brooks used to be born in Exeter and studied in Birmingham and London. He had a assorted operating existence, with jobs in a crematorium, a zoo, a storage and a put up workplace, sooner 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. if you happen to loved The Bunker Diary and wish to get within extra of your favorite books, then try out for specific writer interviews, competitions and lots more and plenty extra.

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I broke your clock. Punish me. I broke your clock. with the intention to stick with it messing with the time, you’re going to need to come down the following and connect it. Did you pay attention what I acknowledged? I broke your clock. Come on, punish me. What’s the problem? You scared? Come on … click on. The lighting exit. I listen voices outdoor. “What’s happening? ” “Shit, what now? ” “Hey! ” Then, Knock, knock. “Linus? ” It’s Jenny. “Go again in your room, Jen,” I name out. “Just remain calm. It’ll be okay. ” “What’s occurring? ” “Nothing. simply return in your room, get into mattress, and lie nonetheless. ” Then I pay attention the hissing sound. i glance up on the grille. i will scent it, the odor of chemical compounds, transforming into more advantageous. Step 6: I seize a bin liner from below my mattress and rip a gap in it to make a collar. Pull the black plastic over my head and roll it tightly round my neck. seize the damp sheet from the door. Tear off a strip, dip it within the water-filled saucepan, wind the strip around my mouth and nostril. And now the chemical scent is getting more desirable. The air is smelly, gassy, tough to respire. Eyes stinging. I drape the damp sheet over my head, wrap it around, around and around, over my head, eyes, mouth, nostril, tuck it into the bin-liner collar. Breathe effortless. Pour water over my cloth-wrapped head. Get into mattress. Pull up the blanket. Breathe effortless. focus … stay up. Lie nonetheless … cross limp … play useless. The fuel retains coming. Hissing at nighttime. How lengthy? One, thousand … , thousand … 3, thousand … 4, thousand … count number. focus. stay up. How lengthy? mins. Getting heavy-eyed. count number. One, thousand … imagine. stay up … The hissing stops. The lighting come on. I’m nonetheless alive. I’m wakeful. unwell, dizzy, dopey … yet awake. Now I simply need to wait. A minute. hold quiet. 5 mins. Lie nonetheless. Ten mins. hear. Tkk-kshhh-mmm … The carry door final. Nnnnnnnn … Going up. G-dung, g-dunk. The raise stops. Pause. A whirring. Clunk … click on … nnnnnnnn … The elevate coming go into reverse. Step 7: I seize the saucepan, empty it, get away from bed. I run. My legs are jelly, my head’s all over. The air is foul, thick with gasoline. quickly, get to the elevate, again opposed to the wall, grip the saucepan. not sleep. It’s coming down … nnnnnnn … right here it comes, the following He comes … g-dung, g-dunk … prepare … the door’s commencing … mmm-kshhh-tkk. elevate the saucepan, able to strike. prepared. prepared … not anything occurs. Wait. Come on … the place are you? not anything. the place are you? I stood there for a very long time. again to the wall, saucepan raised, center beating not easy, hazy head wrapped in plastic and rainy textile, eyes streaming … and that i knew He wasn’t there. He wasn’t within the raise. I’d failed. I knew it. ultimately I needed to stand up to it. I stepped clear of the wall and appeared contained in the raise. the single factor in there, situated conscientiously in the course of the ground, was once a grubby �10 be aware folded into the form of a butterfly. It used to be my �10 observe. I don’t understand how I knew, I simply knew. It used to be the �10 notice I’d had in my sock whilst He received me. the single He’d taken from me an entire life in the past. Now every little thing is de facto undesirable and it’s all my fault.

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