The Resistance: Book 5 of the After The Event Series Read Online Free

away separately; he couldn’t hear her screams anymore.  The camp had a row of old industrial type buildings in the middle, to the northeast was a cleared out area the size of a football field filled with pallets of supplies, to the northwest was a large hill and beyond that was the mining facility.  The rest of the land was covered in trees.
                  They walked down the dusty yard toward the industrial buildings and Alec saw the other prisoners.  Torn and tattered clothing barely covered the men’s skeletal frames.  Their unruly beards barely hid their sunken cheeks and all of their eyes stared off at something that did not exist. Dozens of them walked across the clearing with their heads held low and not a single word was said.
                  A Chinese soldier pushed Alec and another of the captives off to the side where one of the prisoners was standing.  The prisoner’s gaze was at their feet. A large scar ran across his face and Alec noticed he was missing a finger on his left hand.
                  “I am Simon,” the man said softly. “I am responsible for Yankee camp, please come with me.” With that said he turned around and walked toward a building on the far Eastern side of the camp.
                  Alec exchanged a confused glance with the other captive then followed along. Running along the outskirts of the camp were watchtowers manned by the soldiers, and dozens of them mulled about the yard watching the prisoners.
                  Simon stopped outside a building with a giant Y painted on the front. “This is Yankee building. This is where you go to sleep.”
                  “What is Yankee?” Alec asked.
                  Simon’s head still didn’t rise. “You are now a part of Yankee camp.  The building on the west side is Rambo camp and up on the hill is the mining camp. There are a lot of them.”
                  “There are different camps?” Alec asked.
                  Simon raised his head and glanced at him but dropped his head again quickly. “Yankee and Rambo provide supplies to the mining camps.”
                  The captive next to Alec was an older man and a large bruise on the side of the head explained the dazed look in his eyes, but he focused for a brief moment. “How many of us are there?”
                  “Yankee camp has thirteen and Rambo has sixteen. Walt is in charge of Rambo. Do what you are told and you will get food. If you act out then all of Yankee camp will be punished. Now it is time to work.”  Simon walked inside the building and grabbed a large saw, over four feet long with handles on either side. Despite its small size Simon could barely lift it.
                  Alec grabbed his. “What is this for?”
                  “We cut the trees and Rambo camp handles the livestock and farming.” Simon turned and walked toward the tree line.
                  “What’s wrong with him?” the man next to Alec asked.
                  “I don’t know. My name is Alec.”
                  “I’m Bruce,” the man said as his wits seemed to start coming back to him. He glanced over and two Chinese soldiers were walking toward them. “I guess we better follow him.”
                  They carried the large saw across the field toward the tree line. It didn’t take them long to catch up with Simon, as every step seemed to be a struggle for the thin man.  The farther from the center of the camp they got the more Alec realized just how isolated they must be.  From every angle the trees spread out as far as the eye could see.  Where there were not trees there were soldiers watching their every move.  A rumble in Alec’s stomach reminded him he hadn’t had a decent meal in a long time.
                  “Simon, when do we eat?” he