Tomorrow, When the War Began by John Marsden

Tomorrow, When the War Began by John Marsden

Author:John Marsden [Marsden, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt


Chapter Twelve

There'd been a few visitors in the short time we'd been away. Looters had come, and like at Chris's they had taken jewellery and a few other bits and pieces. My watch, some silver photo frames, my Swiss Army knife. They hadn't done much damage. I felt sick about it but was too tired to feel the full impact. Corrie and Kevin and Fi had come too—all the stuff on our list had been removed, and they'd left a message on the fridge: 'Gone where the bad people go. See you there!' I laughed and then rubbed at it till it was completely removed. I was getting really security conscious.

Homer and Robyn had Lee's dressing off and were inspecting his wound, Robyn with her newfound fascination for blood. I peered over their shoulders. I'd never seen a bullet wound in a human before. It didn't look too bad though. Mr Clement had done a good job, for a dentist. There were only a few stitches, but there was heavy bruising all around it, lots of interesting blue and black and purple colours. Some fresh blood had seeped out from the bottom of the row of stitches; that was obviously the blood I'd seen on his bandage.

'It looks swollen,' I said.

'You should have seen it yesterday,' Lee said. 'It's improved a lot.'

'Must have been the physio I gave it in the shovel.'

'What's it feel like to get shot?' Chris asked.

Lee put his head on one side, and thought for a moment. 'Like someone's stabbed a big hot piece of barbed wire through your leg. But I didn't realise it was a bullet. I thought something in the shop had fallen and hit me.'

'Did it hurt?' I asked.

'Not at first. But suddenly I couldn't walk on it. That's when Robyn grabbed me. It didn't hurt till we got inside the restaurant and I lay down. Then it felt like it was on fire. Really killed me.'

Homer had washed the whole wound site down with Dettol and now started putting the bandage back on. Robyn inspected my face and found a gash above my hairline that she Band-aided. Seemed like they were our only wounds. When she finished I went looking for the Landrover, and found it, neatly packed and hidden where we'd agreed, about half a k from the house, in the old orchard where my grandparents had built their first home on this land.

We had the whole day to waste before we went on up into the mountains to join the others. Sleep was everybody's first priority, except for Chris, who'd had quite a lot of it compared to us. He got dumped with the first sentry duty. And the second, third and fourth. It was too dangerous to sleep in the house, so we got blankets and set up in the oldest, furthest away haystack. I made everyone nervous by going and getting the firearms from the Landrover, but always in my thoughts now was what had happened at Corrie's and how Homer said we had to learn from that; we had to learn new ways.



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