Among the Fallen: Resurrection by Ross Shortall, Scott Beadle Page B

She sat on a downed tree and held her arms shivering as her teeth chattered in the cold, her wet and dirt streaked eyes looking all around her as natures creepiest noises taunted her from the darkness. She sat there for a few moments then stood up slowly, examining the suit bewildered but calm; it’s leathery and slick feel intriguing her; the symbols and markings only just visible to the naked eye in the pitch black that surrounded her. Rubbing her arms, she began to walk down the dark road before her, treading carefully as every step painfully cut into her feet.
    As she walked, she could feel her mind starting to return, not memories as such; just her normal thought patterns and the stuff she usually thought about in ambient situations of nothingness.
    Every now and then she cried and stopped, her emotions getting the better of her as she walked the long path alone, her feet crying in pain, her body exhausted and tired; she actually wished she had stayed dead and wondered just what the hell was going on.
    She thought back to that night of the crash, most of it a blur; a haze of wobbly and shoddy images, but she remembered the two men fighting and the more she thought about it, the more she wondered if there were more. A lot of it actually didn’t make sense, she saw just the two but there were the sounds of feet all around them and the strange voices she heard just added extra confusion. She saw images of Sarah laying in the rain, her spine shattered and cold; the man that ran up to her and killed her, wearing what seemed to be an all-black uniform of some kind, round glass eyes like a gas mask or maybe military.
    That was strange?
    She never remembered seeing the features of her killer before, but now she had suddenly started remembering the smallest of details? She shivered and continued to walk in the darkness until she came to an opening in the blackened forest. She knew where she was now, Gabalia Cove . She was definitely on the road to Blackwater that was for sure, yet it didn’t stop it looking any less surreal.
    Gabalia Cove was a cliff edge that overlooked the forests and was popular with sight seekers and ramblers as you could see the whole bowl of picturesque woodland as well as Blackwater itself.
    She stepped through the clearing and stood on the cove, looking around it as its benches and resident Ice-cream van that just sat there abandoned. The public toilets were locked and the wind chimes that dangled from Lovers Tree, chiming in the wind gently, each one representing a suicide from the thirty-foot drop or so from the cliff itself. She stood mutely, staring out over the horizon as the wind howled around her, the city a glow with fires that lit the sky with the occasional burst of lightening that struck the city ruthlessly.
    It was definitely a strange and haunting sight to behold that was for sure and Alex, despite all that she saw, was certain her father was in there somewhere, and where exactly she could narrow down almost instantly into two specific areas. At home protected by his legions of Special Forces or at Beaumont Pharmaceuticals, again; protected by legions of Special Forces. Whatever was going on over there was definitely turning the city into a war zone, yet strangely, she could hear no sounds from the city at all. She sighed hauntingly and sat on one of the benches looking out over the city as it glowed with blazing fires in the distance, her head in her hands beleaguered and in denial.
    The city that she was born and raised in looked like it was crying out silently in the darkness, pillars of smoke billowing into the sky in their thousands and as still as stone. Suddenly, the wind chimes got louder and clanged as the wind picked up, lightening clapping on the horizon and the trees rustled furiously in the forests below. Alex stood up and looked around warily, expecting something to happen; someone appear like they did in the graveyard; but they never did. The wind soon calmed and wind chimes