Among the Fallen: Resurrection by Ross Shortall, Scott Beadle Read Free Book Online Page A

as the hooded soldiers approached her car, their glass like round eyes glowing red with neon trimming, blurring and tracing within the downpour.
    “Evening, Miss Beaumont!” the dark and featureless soldier bellowed with a cold electronic voice as he took her identification without even examining it.
    “Hey, Hank, you alright?!” she smiled as he ran her identification through the system.
    “I’m fine, Alexandra.” He said as he peered through the passenger window. “Evening, Trouble!” he joked at Sarah as she hacked away at her colouring book. Sarah smiled and gazed at him inquisitively, staring over his carbon-fibre armour and hidden face.
    “Have you shot anyone today?” Sarah asked innocently. Alex smiled at the soldier, awaiting his response and secretly amused by her sister’s blatant confidence. The soldier tilted his head and nodded, leaning towards Sarah as his glowing eyes cast her face in red light.
    “Not today, but looking at that colouring, someone certainly deserves shooting!” the soldier joked with his icy cardinal voice. Sarah looked at the soldier as he stood up, her face stricken with panic.
    “Sarah. he’s joking!” Alex chuckled as she watched Sarah’s bottom lip tremble in her mirror. The soldier laughed as the keypad on his arm lit up, her identification suddenly clearing. The soldier held up his hand to his comrade, and the barrier immediately rose.
    “Okay, Alexandra!” the soldier nodded friendly. “See you tomorrow; have a good night!” he said as he stepped back.
    “Have a good shift, Hank!” she said chirpily as she gave him a wink, starting the car and passing through the checkpoint.
    Alex drove away from the check-point as Sarah waved at the soldiers from the back seat, finally entering Blackwater approach. As the lights of the highway vanished behind her, the dangerous road before her suddenly dropped into lethal darkness. Five long miles of random, forest entrapped night, today with the added charm of torrential rain.
    Alex watched her sister as she coloured her scrapbook with chaotic hard streaks that only a six year old could do, messy flashes of colour and crude felt tip blends of silly colours that painfully bled over the edges. As Alex changed gear she sighed as she navigated the long dark narrow roads, the noise of the car’s engine drowned out in the torrential weather; her head lights a mere glowing fog in the distance.
    “What are you colouring there?” she said lovingly to the content little girl as she wore the paper away with heavy handed scribbles.
    “Dunno actually, the lines have gone, an elephant or something rubbish” her little sister said innocently. Alex laughed at little Sarah, her eyes filled to the brim in happiness and a huge sense of pride that was irreplaceable. Suddenly, Alex frowned.
    “Wish this rain would go away, I can’t see anything” she sighed as she squinted her eyes, leaning into the steering wheel. The rain hammered continuously at the bonnet, her wipers working overtime battling the wrath of nature’s downpour.
    All of a sudden from nowhere, something ran out in front of her from the darkness, her car hitting it with a deafening crash as her bonnet folded like foil; her seat belt smashing across her chest as the car suddenly flipped over. The two sisters screamed out in sheer terror, their cries of panic drowned out by the crunching of metal and the shattering of glass; rain spraying around their stricken faces as blood was splashed from window to window; the shattered pieces recoiling around inside as the car screeched along the tarmac, shredding its soft top violently. The world outside spun in a blur and Alex’s head slapped from left to right continuously, her spine jolting and twisting fiercely. She slammed her eyes shut as the glass bounced off her skin, her mouth and eyes filling with blood and the screams from Sarah behind, piercing her ears agonizingly.
    All of a sudden, it all stopped!
    Alex held her bleeding