Adam

Male | 30s | under 3 minutes
Starts on page 11

EXTRACT: A personal life hasn't been a high priority for me. I've kept my emotions as low as possible. I've saved them for the game. I've conserved my energies so I can tap into them at any moment. I simmer. My whole life so far has been about being on the field. But I'm sick of playing games. I don't hate you, Father, and I'm not afraid of you. I needed to say that. (LOOKING AROUND) Nice place you've got here.

Clay

Male | 20s | under 3 minutes
Starts on page 16

EXTRACT: They all knew Adam in there. Doctors, nurses, patients. From the TV, I guess. One of the nurses called him over and he left me in the corridor. Practically ignored me so I wheeled myself down to the TV room. I'm sitting there watching nothing in particular when this enormous, and I mean E-FUCKING-NORMOUS ... queen ... comes by wearing a towel round his head singing "it's Raining Men." Comes over to me and looks me up and down. "You're new, " he says.

Clay

Male | 20s | 3 to 5 minutes
Starts on page 21

EXTRACT: We got a bit stupid, yea, and a bit rough. We spun him around. He's no match for five of us. His glasses went flying and I trampled on them. Ray stomped on his hand. Heel down hard. The guy tried to wrestle with Ray. We all laid the boot in. Blood. I remember that. He started whimpering. That made Ray mad as hell. "Stop your faggot snivelling!" he yelled. And when he doesn't, Ray slammed his boot down on his head.