THE FOLLOWING PROMOTIONAL foto 3X14/3X15 DEAD o ALIVE/THE RECKONING

“Let’s start with this one”
Rob slid the sketchbook towards Deb. It showed a black and white likeness of Dale’s face.
“What about it? It’s just a face” Deb shrugged, pretending to be untouchable, yet consciously avoiding to look at the drawing.
“You drew it black and white, the eyes completely black. Why is that?” Rob persisted.
“I don’t know” Deb shrugged, again. “I thought it was cool”
Rob pulled the book back, and browsed through it again.
“How about this one?” Rob showed her a drawing of a penis, cut off, in a puddle of what was probably blood. “Did te think...

Weeks went da and slowly but surely things went back to normal. Debra’s hair had grown back and she could finally leave her crutches in the corner of her room. Debra almost dared to be happy, until that one unfortunate day.
Mrs. Kelley had been sick lately and at first they thought it was some sort of bacteria. But the sickness didn’t stop and so they had no choice, but to go see a doctor, who confirmed Mrs. Kelley’s suspicion.
There was something growing inside of her, but it was no bacteria.
On the way home, Mr. Kelley wouldn’t say a word to his pregnant wife. He was afraid he would...

With a cuore beating out of its chest, Debra walked to Mike’s hotel room. At the door she hesitated.
“This is stupid” she mumbled and she turned around again. She had made a few steps towards the stairs leading to the successivo floor, when she changed her mind and returned.
She gathered all her courage and knocked. Two minuti later Mike opened the door a bit and closed it again. Deb heard him take off the chain and a secondo later he opened the door completely…only to slam it in her face.
Deb backed away and swallowed. Her common sense told her to leave. Mike would come around on his own terms....

It was the middle of the night and Mike lay fast asleep in Deb’s bed. He was snoring loudly, even drowning out the sound of footsteps coming closer with every second.
However fast asleep Mike was, he was wide awake when a bucket of ice cold water poured down on his face like a brick.
He sat up bolt right, shouting and sputtering. He looked up and his eyes widened.
“Deb” he swallowed. He looked at the soaked sheets. “I promise I can explain” he laughed nervously.
Deb quickly walked towards him and before he knew it she slapped him hard across the face.
“Aaahh!” Mike yelled offended....

Beth’s eyes widened in fear. If Dale would find her here with a bag of Cibo the consequences would be dramatic. She didn’t know what the punishment was for stealing, but it had to be something terrible.
She tightened her grip on the bag and turned around. Simon had found a way out, she would do, too. Agnes ran off the stairs and chased Beth. “If you’re looking for your friend, don’t bother, te won’t find him” she detto mischievous. “I took care of him”
There was a small window at the left side of the basement. Beth ran towards it and opened it. She pushed the bag through it...

Deb was walking down an aisle. She looked around terrified. She knew this place. She had ran away from it. How had she gotten back here?
Automatically her legs moved to the door at the end of the aisle. She turned her head, seeking help. Her mother stood against the wall, smiling encouraging.
“Go on, Debra” she said. “Go inside and make us proud”
Upstairs Mr. and Mrs. Jackson were getting ready for bed. As Mrs. Jackson put on her dressing toga, abito she said: “I hate to leave her there alone”
“If it makes te feel better I’ll go check up on her, every now and then” Mr. Jackson offered....

Her courage sinking with every step she took Agnes walked towards Dale’s room. He had dato her the specific order of finding Debra and bringing her back home. She had failed in that task and now her fear of how Dale would react was making her sick to the stomach.
She swallowed and knocked.
“Get the door, will you” she heard him command his servant. Several secondi later the door opened and Beth’s dirty face was seen. “Who is it?”
“It’s Agnes, sir” Beth replied. Unlike Deb, she hadn’t been dato the privilege of calling Dale da his first name. Probably because she hadn’t...

“How are te feeling?” Mike asked softly. The medical staff had taken care of Simon, and now they were left alone for a moment.
“Physically? Like my insides are on fire” Deb groaned.
“Must be the medication wearing off” Mike detto concerned. “You want me to go get someone”
Deb shook her head and tried to grab his hand to stop him. “I want my head to be clear” she explained. “What happened? The last thing I remember is standing in front of Joe and then he stabbed me”
Mike frowned, confused and frustrated. “You don’t remember being in the elevator with me?”
“I was in...

Ryan sat in his car, unsure what to do. If his partner was a two-faced liar, he couldn’t involve her any further into the case. But if she wasn’t, he wouldn’t only have to make things right with her, he would also have to apologize to Mike.
“Damn it!” he cursed and bashed the steering wheel. He stared through the windshield for a couple minuti and then produced his phone from his inside pocket. He pressed speed dial and waited.
“Ryan? Where are you? They say Joe’s dead. It’s all over the news” Claire ranted.
“I’m at the John Hopkins Hospital” Ryan answered Claire’s first...

Joe’s followers were sitting on the floor. Emma and Molly had told them what happened to Joe.
“I can’t believe he’s gone” Lea whispered unbelieving. She looked up. “What are we going to do now?”
“For now it’s really important that we keep a low profile” Emma said. “Now with Joe…dead…the FBI will think us weak, vulnerable. Let’s mostra them their wrong”
Alex stood and crossed his arms.
“We need someone to take control over things” Emma continued. “I know you’re thinking you’re all worthy of being the successivo Joe Carroll, but let’s not forget I was closest to...

“It all started after Bethany was born” Mrs. Parker began. “Before that Debra was a dream child. She was a little shy, but really sweet. She never disobeyed us” She glanced at Mr. Parker, who took over.
“That all changed when Beth was born” Mr. Parker continued. “Deb would cry all the time, especially when Beth cried. When Beth was hungry, she was hungry. When Beth was hurting, she was hurting. Sometimes she even came to us with cuts and bruises and when we asked how she got them, she would say Beth had done it”
“Of course we thought it was just a scream for attention. Sister...

“Hey, open the door!” Mike shouted, bashing the elevator doors. Debra clung onto his neck tightly. She kept her eyes on Mike’s chest, trying to remain calm. She closed them and buried her head in Mike’s neck. Suddenly she started to cry.
“Deb?”
“I’m sorry, daddy” Deb sobbed. “I didn’t mean to. I was just so hungry”
“Deb, what are te talking about?” Mike asked confused.
“Please, don’t put me back, mommy” Deb continued, like a scared little girl. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise”
“Deb, your parents aren’t here. It’s me, Mike” Mike detto sharp. He felt...

Though scared to death Abigail tried to stick to the maximum speed as she drove the highway. She didn’t say a word and Debra was smart enough not to speak, either.
She stopped behind a car, waiting for the red traffic light to jump on green. She checked her rear view mirror and recognized the police car a few meters behind her.
Just stay calm. Don’t give them any reason to stop you, Abigail thought to herself.
The light turned green and the car before her moved forward. Abigail clenched the steering wheel and held her feet right above the accelerator pedal, ready to push it all the way...

Hours later-Deb had fallen asleep again-she opened her eyes. She lifted her head and smiled faint when she saw Mike was sleeping. His head rested on his arms, on the bed.
“I was wondering when te were going to give in” she mumbled. She carefully swung her legs over the edge and stepped out of bed. She took her dressing-gown and made her way to the door.
At the door she turned her head. She hoped Mike would stay asleep long enough for her to make a little walk and come back without him knowing about it. He would probably tie her to the bed, if he knew where she was going.
She left the room,...

“Tell Beth I Amore her” Debra begged of Simon.
“I promise” Simon quickly replied as he pushed her outside. As soon as she had walked out of the door he shut it and leaned against, allowing no one to pass.
“Move, te foolish boy!” Agnes ordered when standing in front of him. Simon looked up at her challengingly. Agnes grabbed his camicia and pulled him away from the door. “Put him in the cage” she barked. Ross and another man each grabbed one of Simon’s arms and dragged him to the cage where Debra had been captivated in the past week.
Agnes turned to a ten anno old boy, who did...

Molly supported her head with her hands and groaned.
“Are te okay?” Ryan asked concerned and compassionate.
“Yeah, my head just feels like it’s going to explode” Molly replied faint.
“That’s not what I mean” Ryan said. “How did he get in here? Don’t te lock your doors?”
“I was going to” Molly defended herself. She stood and walked to the closet. She opened it and took out some Ibuprofen. While she swallowed a couple Turned ran off the stairs. He walked towards Ryan.
“Can I talk to te for a moment?” he demanded. “Yeah” Ryan frowned and he followed Turner away...

What the hell was taking them so long?, Mike thought while he feverishly tried to loosen the topes his hands were tied with. What if they…?...No. No, Mike would’ve heard noises.
So far she hadn’t screamed o cried, so that was a good thing…Unless she was dead…But then what was keeping that creep inside with her so long? Why didn’t he just get out of there and kill him, too? Not that Mike wanted to die; it just seemed the most obvious conclusion.
Finally the door opened.
“Let me talk to him” he heard Debra softy say to Simon. Apparently Simon was looking at her suspiciously,...

Ryan had taken Claire home with him. With Joe and most of his followers still on the loose, he thought it better to keep her close to him.
“Are te hungry?” Ryan asked. It was a simple question, but Claire had to let it run through her mind a couple of times, before she could answer.
“I can order something” Ryan added.
After everything that happened that night and the last few weeks, was she capable of getting anything down her throat. She decided that she could.
“Yeah” she nodded finally. “Yeah, I am actually”
“Okay” Ryan took his phone and dialed a number. A few minuti later...

The successivo morning.
A buzzing sound woke Mike up, way too early. His eyes still closed, he searched for his phone, and when he found it, he threw it away.
There was absolutely no way he was getting out of letto today.
Irritated, Ryan tried to call Mike again, but again no answer. He decided to leave a message. “Mike, can te just answer your phone, please? I think something’s wrong, and we should talk…Oh, and da the way, thanks for last night. Claire hasn’t been talking to me ever since, so thanks”
“Deb kissed me” Ryan confessed, reluctantly. Claire nodded slowly, tears forming in her...

She slammed the door of her room, and went through her hair with her fingers. What did Deb have, that she didn’t have?
Furiously, she walked to her dresser, and opened the first drawer. She took out the letter Deb had written for Dale, a blank piece of paper, and a pencil.
She started Scrivere on the blank page, trying to mimic Deb’s handwriting as good as possible.
In the meantime, the community was gathered outside. Dale wasn’t among them. He wanted to be left alone, with his sorrow as his sole companion.
The community was gathered around the well. Three men walked towards it, and lifted...