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threw one of the rucksacks over my shoulder and the other two at him.  “You stay and fight if you want to.” 
    I’d never seen Potter look scared of anything before, but hearing me mention the word Berserkers , he flicked his cigarette away, snatched up the rucksacks and jumped to his feet. “This way,” he ordered, and started off across the field.
     
    We had walked for half an hour perhaps, when we found ourselves in a deep valley. The field had given way to a narrow path that weaved its way between two hills. The ground had become rocky, and slabs of black granite jutted through the earth. The wind still roared around us, and every so often, loose lumps of rock would break free in the wind and clatter down the hillside towards us. The sky was covered in a thick layer of cloud, which looked knotted and swollen. Lightning flashed deep within it, turning the night sky mauve then blue. Before entering the valley, I glanced back one last time in the direction that we had come from and could just make out the orange glow and a spiral of smoke coming from the car that Potter had torched. I faced front again, Potter striding ahead out front, Kayla and Isidor walking silently together as Sam hung over Isidor’s shoulder.
    Berserkers I feared, and hurried after the others.
     
    We walked in silence, all of us. It was miserable. The storm blew so hard now, that for most of the journey, we walked, hunched forward, our bodies battered by the wind and driving rain. Isidor stumbled on, and twice Potter went to him and asked to take Sam. But twice, Isidor just silently shook his head and trudged forward. It was like Isidor had something to prove, but was it to us or himself, I wondered. 
    After two hours or more of walking, the valley opened out in to a wide, flat area. It was barren and bleak-looking. The ground was flat and covered in wild grass, which looked almost silver in the dark. Ancient trees stood at irregular intervals, and looked twisted and bent out of shape. The knotted branches were leafless, and stooped over like the elderly. Wales could be cold at the best of times, but this was ridiculous. I couldn’t ever remember feeling so wet through and cold. I just wanted to lie down. The Fountain of Souls was hundreds of miles away, and I had no idea of how we would get there. We needed rest more than anything, and a chance to think of a plan.
    Then, when I was on the verge of giving up and contemplating Potter’s idea of standing and fighting instead of going on the run, he called out to me.
    “Hey, take a look at this,” he said, waving us towards him with his hand.
    We made our way over the uneven ground and joined him. Through the overgrown grass, I could just make out a set of railway tracks. It looked rusty and worn; the wooden sleepers fixed between them were covered in moss. It looked as if a train hadn’t passed through here in years.
    “So?” Kayla asked sullenly, and I could sense that the storm and the cold had gotten to her, too.
    “I know it doesn’t look as if it’s been used in ages,” Potter started to explain, “but it could lead us to a set of tracks that are in use. There might be goods trains. We could maybe hide on board and get out of here. We could be miles away in just hours.”
    “We could get some rest,” I said hopefully.
    “And get out of this rain,” Kayla muttered.
    “Let’s just get going,” Isidor spoke up, repositioning Sam onto his other shoulder. The boy looked asleep, as Isidor supported him across his back.
    “What have we got to lose?” Potter shrugged, and set off along the tracks.
    In single file we followed him, walking between the running rails. The tracks weaved across the desolate moorland, without a sign of any trains, or even life for that matter. It felt as if we were the only creatures alive. But I knew that was not true. There would be a whole army of Skin-walkers searching for us already. We had walked for another hour or two, and I wondered how late