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Among the Fallen: Resurrection
Book: Among the Fallen: Resurrection Read Online Free
Author: Ross Shortall, Scott Beadle
Tags: Terror, thriller, Suspense, Science-Fiction, Gothic, Action & Adventure, Horror, Epic, SciFi, Zombie, supernatural, Zombies, Ghosts, Part One, Reincarnation, scary, Resurrection, psychological horror, Splatter horror, splatter, toxic shock publishing, Cannibalism, alexandra beaumont, ross shortall, among the fallen, Demonic Possession, Satanic Stories, Torture horror, B-Movie Horror, scott beadle, Paranormal horror, Macabre
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friends she used to use as boredom killers, attention thrills or just to screw now and then. For Alex, friends came and went like the wind, but she had a lot of older friends too. She liked to doss about at the Chess Café on the High Street, and her Chess playing skills were far beyond that of average. The old guys there frequently joked that she was an extremely tactful and cunning player and eventually beat all those that stepped up to challenge her.
    Alex hated Blackwater with passion and boasted regularly that if she ever ran out of things to buy, she would leave town and take Sarah with her. It wasn’t because Blackwater was a dump, full of hoodies and prostitutes, okay so it had its special areas , but deep down, it was because of the father she hated and what he represented; he was nicknamed Mr Blackwater , and he pretty much owned everyone in it through business, social outlets and employment. When a man has that much power over so many people, there will always be someone who consistently wants to break away, and Alex had the money, the reason and means to do it; yet sadly, she had a very good reason to stay; Sarah.
    As a child, Alex always questioned her father’s occupation as all children do, but her father owns the Beaumont Corporation, and she heard the rumours of Chemical weapons, three-headed lipstick wearing Monkeys and time machines. It obviously made her all the more curious and question him on numerous occasions; however, having the rather dysfunctional relationship they had, to get a straight answer let alone a full one was often impossible.
    What did Alex believe?
    Alex was always on the fence when it came to her father, it wasn’t because she defended him; God forbid; but more in the don’t know to do don’t care area of deluded reasoning. So even if her father did create two-headed dogs that could run ten miles on a single tin of food, it was something she didn’t know to have to worry about; as long as he didn’t involve her or Sarah in it, she didn’t care, not in a passing glance. In all honesty, there was no way she was going to stumble on the truth even by accident. If her father or his company were up to that sort of thing, then chances are it would be one of the most guarded secrets in Blackwater.
    Alex merely lived day by day, hour by hour, amusing her simple brain, hanging with friends and just doing what normal twenty-one year olds do. Clubbing, drinking, shopping and that were as complicated as her life got. She certainly didn’t need to work so most of her waking hours were spent having fun wherever she found it. Being a hybrid mother and sister figure for Sarah, being a good role-model was Alex’s main priority, and despite being far from perfect and making the odd mistake every now and then; she had the wealth of a nation and the support and help from the staff around her to do a better job than most. Sarah was Alex’s world, and Alex vowed to be everything her father wasn’t and everything her mother never had the chance to be; and she was deeply respected by all those who worked at Beaumont Estates; as both a loving sister and a devoted mother.

Chapter Three: No Tomorrow
    As the sun glared over the mountains pouring light into Blackwater, the city suddenly awoke and the people rushed about their everyday business as they did every single day. Cars drove around the streets and shops opened as their workers hurried inside, the children strolled through the avenues in packs, laughing and playing on their way to school as the adults struggled to make a living. The sun gleamed from the skyscrapers, and all the phones around the city started to ring as businesses went into a full swing. All the way through from Challis Hill right down to Blackwater Bay, the city was alive and crawling with life. Even the Lake was a hustle with surfers, fisherman and boats; the Sea-Life Centre was being fed, and the lake glistened magically. Bails of string bound newspapers hit the pavements and
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