INTERTWINED BY GENA SHOWALTER PDF

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She writes sizzling paranormal romance, heartwarming contemporary romance, and unputdownable young adult novels, and lives in Oklahoma City with her family and menagerie of dogs.

Visit her at GenaShowalter. How had he ended up here? Clearly, wearing his iPod while exploring a new town had been a mistake. Especially since Crossroads, Oklahoma, perhaps garden showapter capital of the world and definitely hell on earth, was so small it was practically nonexistent. If only showalrer left the Nano at the D and M Ranch, a halfway house for “wayward” teens where he now lived.

He’d wanted peace, just a little peace. And now he would pay the price.

Unraveled (Intertwined, #2) by Gena Showalter

He was sixteen years old, but sometimes he felt like he’d interrtwined around forever, and every one of those days had been worse than the one before. Sadly, today would be no exception.

Immediately the very people he’d been trying to drown out with so-loud-your-ears-bleed Life of Agony clamored for his attention. Julian said from inside his head.

I’ve been screaming for you to turn around for, like, ever. Starting inttertwined war with the undead was not what I wanted to do today.

But it was too late. In the distance, in front of a tombstone, the ground was already shaking, cracking. Don’t blame me, Julian replied. Elijah should have predicted this. Hey, a second voice said. It, too, came from inside Aden’s head. Don’t blame me, either. Most times, I only know when someone’s gonna die. Sighing, Aden dropped his backpack, bent down and palmed the daggers he kept anchored in his boots. If he were ever caught with them, he’d be tossed back into juvie, where fights erupted as regularly as lunch was served and making a trustworthy friend was as impossible as escape.

Deep down, though, he’d known carrying them was worth the risk. It was always worth the risk. This is my fault, Julian grumbled. Not like Ican help myself, though. The dead had only to sense him to awaken. Which, like now, usually involved Aden accidentally placing his foot on their land. Some sensed him faster than others, but they all eventually rose. We’ve been in worse situations. He’d studied a map of the town, after all, and had known what areas to avoid.

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But as the music had pounded, he’d lost track of his surroundings. He’d been momentarily liberated, seemingly alone. The tombstone began to rattle. Julian sighed, the sound an echo of Aden’s. I know we’ve endured worse.

But I caused those worse situations, too. This third, frustrated voice belonged to a woman—who also took up prime real estate inside his head. Aden was only surprised his other “guest”—as he sometimes thought of the souls trapped inside him—didn’t pipe up, as well.

Intertwined

Peace and quiet were not something any of them understood. Can we save the festivities for later, boys, and kill the zombie before it emerges all the way, gains its bearings and stomps our collective butt? That was the way of it. He and the other three boys would bicker and Eve would step in, a formidable mother-figure without a finger to point, but gens formidable mother-figure all the same.

If only that mothering were enough to fix the situation this time. And that was as quiet as things were going to get. He forced himself to focus. Several yards away, the headstone teetered back and forth before tumbling to the ground and shattering. Yb had fallen this morning, and droplets sprayed in every direction.

Handfuls of dirt soon joined them, flying through the air as a disgustingly gray hand poked its way free. Golden sunlight poured from the sky, highlighting the oozing skin, the rotting muscle…even the worms slithering around the enlarged knuckles.

He might puke when this was over. We’re about to smoke that fool! Is it bad that I’m hot right now? And there was Caleb, voice number four.

If he’d had a body of his own, Caleb would have been the guy taking pictures of girls in their locker room while hiding in the shadows. As Aden watched, waiting for the right moment to strike, a second oozing hand joined the first, both straining to heave the decayed body the rest of the way from the ground. He scanned the area. He stood on a cemented walkway high on a hill, lush trees helping to form a path and block him from prying eyes. Thankfully the long span of grass and headstones looked deserted.

Beyond was a road where several cars meandered past, their engines humming softly. Even if the drivers were rubberneckers and failed to keep their attention on traffic, they wouldn’t be able to see what happened below. You can do this, he told himself. You’ve done it before. Besides, girls like scars. He had plenty to show off. He would have run, but he wasn’t in a hurry to ring the starting bell. Besides, these encounters always ended the same way, no matter the sequence of events: Aden bruised and broken, sick from the infection the corpses’ tainted saliva caused.

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He shuddered, already imagining yellowed teeth snapping and biting at him. Usually the battle lasted only a few minutes. But if anyone decided to visit a loved one during that time… Whatever happened, he couldn’t be seen. People would assume he was a grave robber or a body snatcher.

He’d be hauled into whatever detention center this hole-in-the-wall town offered. He’d be forever labeled a no-good delinquent, exactly as he’d been labeled in every other town he’d ever lived in. Would have been nice if the sky darkened and rain poured again, shielding him, but Aden knew he didn’t have that kind of luck.

I should’ve paid attention to where I was going. A single step on the property, like today, and something dead would awaken, hungry for human flesh. All he’d wanted was a private spot to relax.

Well, as private as a guy with four people living in his head could get. Speaking of heads, one peeked through the now-gaping hole, swinging left, right. One eye was rolled back, intetrwined white branched with red, while the other was gone, revealing the muscle underneath. Large patches of hair were missing. Its cheeks were sunken, its nose hanging by intertwned few threads.

Bile burned Aden’s stomach, intertqined to double him over. His fingers tightened around the hilts of his blades, and he finally quickened his step. Almost… there… That haggard face sniffed the air, obviously liking what it smelled. Toxic black saliva began dripping from its mouth and its struggle for freedom increased. A torso quickly followed. A jacket and shirt bagged around it, torn and dirty.

That made what he had to do easier.

One knee shot nitertwined the grass, two. Closer…closer still… Again, he increased his pace. Aden reached it just as it stood to full height, a little over six feet, which put them at eye level. His heart slammed in his chest, a frantic drum. Breath blistered his gdna, scalded his throat. More than a year had passed since he’d had to do this, and the last time had been the worst of all.

He’d needed eighteen stitches in his side, had worn a cast on his leg for a month, spent a week in detox, and had made an involuntary blood donation to every corpse at Rose Hill Burial Park.