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

beside her and nuzzled his head into her neck. The dog was fully grown now and came up to her midsection. Some of his puppy energy had dissipated so he followed her directions a lot better now. She used her head to push his cold nose off her skin.
                  “Come on Tiger, you see I’m trying to look for stuff.” The dog stepped back and sat down next to her. Ally couldn’t help but smile. Tiger had been with her before she had lost Jess. He had been her companion and protector during the time when she was all by herself. She pulled him close and gave him a hug, and his tail began to wag thirty miles per hour. “All right boy, we got to get back to work,” she said, pulling away.
                  She’d picked this house because it had still been boarded up when she saw it. The windows were unbroken and she couldn’t see any sign of someone forcing their way in, which was rare. The woman and child that had come in were either searching for supplies as well or just looking for a place to sleep. It didn’t matter which because Ally had found the house first, so any supplies she found were hers. With that said she had searched nearly the entire house and hadn’t found anything of use. She made her way through the empty bedroom into the bathroom and her eyes found a bottle of shampoo sitting on the sink. Something she would have skipped in the past, the memory of seeing her tangled hair in the mirror caused her to hastily put it in her backpack. She found a bottle of aspirin and a half-used bottle of toothpaste, both of which went in her pack.
                  She left the room and walked down the stairs as quietly as she could. She could hear movement upstairs by the mother and her child but didn’t hear anything to indicate they were coming down. She would let them have the upstairs. She had already searched it and the only things there were moth-eaten clothes and musty blankets. Downstairs she made her way to the one place she hadn’t gone, the cellar. She pulled out her candle and lit it with a lighter. It wouldn’t provide a lot of light but it was better than nothing. She opened the door and was met by total darkness. Tiger pulled up beside her and sniffed a few times then looked up at her.
                  “Don’t look at me like that numb-nuts, we have to check everywhere,” she whispered.
                  Tiger whined and took a single step down the stairs. Together they slowly made their way down, watching the shadows dancing on the stairway walls, until they reached the bottom and Ally could feel the room open up. Tiger continued to sniff but didn’t growl or do anything to worry her. Despite that she couldn’t help but feel scared. She cursed herself. She wasn’t a little girl. Only little girls were scared. She pushed ahead into the cool basement room and saw a large freezer sitting in the corner. She knew better than to open that. She saw a mostly empty tool cabinet sitting alongside the wall. Most of the tools were rusted out but she found a hammer in decent shape and placed it in her pack. Empty buckets, worn-out furniture and an old TV sat in front of her, nothing of use. She felt Tiger move past her as he went toward the last corner of the room they hadn’t searched yet. Ally followed alongside him and saw a wall full of empty shelves, or mostly empty shelves. A pair of black sunglasses sat on one side; she hooked them to the back of her pack, and on the other side she found something much more useful. Ashworth Hobby Throwing Knives the package read and sure enough in the plastic package were a dozen knifes sitting unopened. They were 3-4 inches long with a loop on one end and the blade on the other. Ally put those in her pack with a smile.  
                  Ally double-checked the area, confirming there was nothing left, and then left. She climbed through the broken window, noticing the blood on one of the shards.