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

They knew what they were doing.
                  Ben still wasn’t sure about Reaper. His eyes were those of a predator and while the soldiers around him were hard, they all stepped out of his way and followed his every lead without hesitation.
                  “All right Dex, we close?” Reaper asked without looking back toward them.
                  One of the soldiers, who wore dark aviator glasses with a clear crack in one of the lenses, pulled out a yellowed map and looked over it. “Nearest fill-up should be two blocks northwest of here.”
                  Reaper nodded and headed in that direction. As the soldiers began to move Dex was still putting the map back in his bag. Ben stopped next to him.
                  “What’s the fill-up?”
                  Dex finished putting the map away and was quiet for a moment, as if he was deciding what route to take. After a long moment he took in a deep breath. “Supply depot. Need to refill our ammo and rations.”
                  Dex started following the others and Ben fell into step with him. “Supplies? Were they here before the attack?”
                  “Most were,” Dex scratched his nose and shooed a fly away. “Some were already here for normal refill while on patrol, and others were contingency-based in case something like this happened.”
                  Ben thought of the supply depots that Mason had told him were scattered throughout the United States. They had even hit a few of them during their travels together. “Are they being refilled?”
                  “Probably not. The Ricers control the skies and the main roads into and out of the city, so we got to make sure what we have lasts.”
                  Ricers was the derogatory term that the soldiers called the enemy soldiers.
                  “And if we run out?” Ben asked.
                  Dex gave him a quick sideways glance. “Then you better learn how to kill with a slingshot.” Dex took several long steps and left Ben behind.
                  After a few seconds Ty caught up with him. “And?”
                  Ben shook his head. “They still don’t seem to trust us.”
                  Ty frowned. “That’s cool. They can doubt us until shit hits the fan and we man up. Shit, wait till they see you go all Rambo on those fuckers; then they’ll know we’re for real.”
                  Ben and Ty had gotten into a single firefight against a couple of Chinese soldiers and somehow they had managed to survive. Since that day Ty was convinced that Ben was some kind of super soldier when in reality he had nearly wet himself and had barely managed to survive.
                  “Just stay sharp. I’m more worried about running into a Chinese patrol than I am proving that I know what I’m doing to these guys.”
                  “What do you think about her?” Ty asked gesturing toward the lone female in the group.             
                  Her short hair was as red as fire, which is probably why the rest of the soldiers called her Crimson. She had hard features, rarely smiled, and some incident in her past had caused her to lose her right earlobe and left the area around it a dark red. Despite all that, Ty seemed infatuated.
                  “Don’t,” Ben said, already knowing Ty wouldn’t listen to him.
                  They all stopped at a street crossing waiting for Reaper to give the all clear and Ty slowly made his way over and pretended by coincidence he happened to stop next to her. He looked over and acted surprised.
                  “Oh, hey,” he whispered.
                  Crimson didn’t look at him.
                  “I’m Ty.”