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scared and now he's the one who's frightened that we're going to react.

'I'm not one of them,' he says, pleading with us to believe him. He looks like he has tears in his eyes. 'Honest I'm not. The parking ticket made me mad and I just over-reacted, that's all. I'm not a Hater. I don't want to fight. I'm not going to hurt anyone...'

I still can't do anything. I'm frozen to the spot. This whole situation feels alien and bizarre. It's an uneasy standoff which ends as quickly as it began. The man seems to be about to say something else but he doesn't. Instead he turns and walks out of the building, still clutching his parking ticket.

Chapter Fifteen

Lunchtime.

It's a couple of hours later than I'd originally planned to take my break. It would have been more sensible and probably safer to stay in the office but I've had to come outside. I had another call from Lizzie. Her day trapped at home with the kids is getting worse. We need bread and milk but they're acting up and she can't face taking them anywhere. I said I'd get some while I was here. I was going to wait until after work but I'm glad I didn't. The supermarket shelves were almost empty. There won't be anything left tonight.

Without thinking I find myself back in Millennium Square again. It's still not as busy as it normally is but there are plenty of people here and...

What the hell was that?

I'm stood in the middle of the square by the fountain and everything has just gone crazy. Everyone drops to the ground and I do the same. There was a noise - a single loud crack like a gunshot. But it couldn't have been, could it? I slowly lift my head from the ground. People are starting to get up. Some are already running in all directions and it's impossible to see what's happened. Others like me remain unmoving, trying to work out what's going on and where the danger is. I have to move. I have to get out of here. I get up and start to run back in the direction of the office but it's difficult to get through with so many people suddenly zig-zagging all around me. I stop and crouch when I hear the sound again. It was a gunshot. It can't have been anything else.

Just to my left a group of people are screaming and yelling in panic. On the ground, right in the middle of them, is a body. I'm not close enough to see any detail but I can see that there's a quickly spreading puddle of blood around the top of the person's head. People start to move again, tripping and stepping over the corpse. Maybe that's it. Maybe it's over now. Maybe that's the body of the Hater lying dead on the ground and things will start to...

What now? People are running past me. Have they seen something that I haven't? I've got to get out of here before I get myself... too late - there's a third gunshot which comes from my left and which sends the crowd scattering in the opposite direction like frightened pigeons. I have to keep moving but my legs feel as heavy as lead. I'm disorientated. I look up at the buildings around the edges of the square, trying to get my bearings and work out which way to run. When I think I finally know which way to go I take a few quick steps forward, weave around another few frightened people, and then stop dead in my tracks.

The crowd has cleared ahead of me. No more than ten meters in front of me now stands a police officer, armed like those I saw here this morning. He's scanning the square, moving his head slowly from side to side. Now he's stopped and he's lifting his rifle again. Fuck, he's pointing it in my direction. Fucking hell, he's aiming at me! I look straight into his face and he stares back into mine. Do I drop to the ground again? Do I turn and run or...?

Fourth gunshot.

The officer fires and Jesus Christ, I can almost feel the shot whistle past the side of my face. I slowly look over my shoulder and see another body on the ground not far behind me, a bloody gaping hole in its face where its cheekbone used to be. Shaking, I turn and run. I'm going in the