Among the Fallen: Resurrection by Ross Shortall, Scott Beadle

as the veins that climbed its face pulsated with every heartbeat.
    “There are many of us that disagree with becoming slaves to a single human, our world is ours and your pathetic selfish little world is yours. If there were anything about your world worth taking, we would have taken it thousands of years ago. Your race of self-important, self-loathing and selfish beings can benefit us in no way what so ever, Alexandra!” the rotting creature explained. “Down there is your home city, that is where you start and the drop before you is the quickest way there!”
    it said before walking away. “You have until sunrise, we suggest you hurry!” it scowled arrogantly as Alex glared into the abyss. Suddenly, it stopped and turned. “Do not bother climbing down, it will waste time you do not have!”
    Alex looked puzzled as she watched the macabre figure fade then looked down into the foggy void below.
    Was the creature serious? Jump? Surly she would not survive?
    Alex paced backwards and forwards nervously. Every now and then she would look down the cliff face and quickly dart back again. The voices in her head from her armour began to chant and she screamed into the night defiantly. She stormed towards the cliff face again and looked down shivering in bewilderment.
    “You are wasting time, Alexandra!” the creature bellowed as it appeared in front of her. Alex turned angrily just as the ghost’s cape wrapped around her body, lifting her high in the air. She screamed and begged as the wraith just stared at her frostily, wrapping her tight in its foul tasting cloth. The creatures eyes glowed irately and callously, suddenly frowning as the cape lashed out into the air; flipping her far out over the cliff.
    Alex plummeted through the cold air screaming, desperately trying to grasp a branch, a root, a tree, anything! The thousands of skulls on the cliff face all began to scream in unison as she freefell through the rain and fog. Cries of souls forever tortured the infinitely punished wept as she fell past them at incredible speed. She smashed through branches and coffins like a bullet through glass, caskets splinted and broke away from the cliff; their rotting contents falling after her, smashing on branches and roots. Alex couldn’t scream anymore, her voice box ripped to shreds by her cries for help, her throat wept blood and splashed its way up her face; her voice becoming nothing more than an eerie croaky gargle. Her smashed limbs and bones just flapped behind her as she tore through the fog like a lead weight, bouncing from the rocky cliff face and crashing through the coffins and branches.
    The darkness below quickly opened up and she shut he eyes as the ground screamed towards her.
    All she could think about was Sarah and how sorry she was, pleading and begging in her thoughts; crying inwardly for salvation and mercy. Suddenly, she hit the ground with an Earth shaking thump and all the blood in her body, entrails and organs splashed to the winds and her bones shattered like glass. Coffins smashed on the ground around her as they fell from the sky and bones rained down, bouncing and smashing on the concrete like china. Her lifeless and empty body just laid there drooling and oozing coagulated blood and slime. Teeth and bone fragments littered the area spreading out as far as ten feet, her brain now a slug like mass of jelly. As the last of the debris fell, a cold and haunting silence fell over the landscape, interrupted only by the calls of the wild dogs in the distance and the crows that called out to each other high above as a new feast had appeared before them.

Chapter Eight: Undying
    The crows circled in the red sky for a few minutes, watching the ground as the last of the debris hit the road. Slowly, they started to drop down, squawking and chattering loudly as they scrambled up to the blood splashed tarmac. As the crows carefully investigated the mess of meat, they began to peck at the flesh; quickly gawking around