Allen Walker: Leaving London

Chapter One: Uncle Neah

"P-taff sounds of a handgun could be heard around the city. Overshadowed only by the voomp and boom of the missiles falling onto the streets of London, Ladies and Gentlemen. We are now moving to a safer destination outside the city. I, Richard H. Mantel, shall continue to give you live updates to the war above our cities......"

Turning the radio off a young boy of thirteen sat back in his seat. The windows to the train were rolled down allowing fresh air to enter the car and sweeping many of the passengers' hair away from their faces. The car was filled with many children who were being shipped out into the countryside. Their parent thought that if they were in the country they would have a better chance of surviving the war.

In the third car from the back sat a boy of nearly fourteen years with cotton blonde hair holding only a suitcase and a note. The suite case held all that the boy would need to make it to his Uncle's place out in the country. The note he held read, "To my dear brother: Please, accept my apologies for not notifying you sooner on how I've been doing for the last several years. I am now sending my son, your nephew, Allen Walker to stay out in the country side where it is safer during this time of war. I will be in contact with you soon. My regards, Mana Walker."

This would be the first time Allen would meet his uncle and he hoped that Neah wouldn't turn him away. Allen had nowhere else to turn to if his uncle did not take him in. Allen decided to place the note in a safe place on the inside of his coat. Allen allowed a yawn to escape his lips.

Early that morning Allen had been sleeping quite peacefully in his single bed. Suddenly after a loud booming sound erupted outside Allen found himself lying on the floor covered in blankets, toys, and trinkets from his room.

In an instance Allen was face to face with his father, Mana Walker, looking into his scared eyes. Mana checked Allen over making sure there wasn't any serious damage done to his young son. This allowed Allen to look at the mess his normally clean room was in. Bookshelves were lying on or against things they shouldn't be; the books on their shelves were all over the room making hills of leather bindings; and the things that were not attached to the floor were also displaced.

Once they were done Mana pulled Allen to his feet. "My son, we must get you out of the city. Your Uncle will take care of you." The man propelled Allen down the hall way of their house. They walked briskly passed the kitchen and living to Mana's master bedroom on the other side of the house. Upon entering Mana let go of Allen's hand. He rushed over to his bed and dropped to his knees. Reaching underneath his father pulled out a suite case.

Setting the suite case upon the bed Mana began to fill it with items and clothing. Taking only a couple of minutes to finish Mana then grabbed Allen by the hand again, guiding the both them out of the house this time.

When they reached the outside the two saw how bad the damage from the earlier explosion had really been. The bodies of people who had gotten up early to go to work were laying in pieces across the ground or buried half under the rubble of collapsed buildings. Looking around Allen saw that the house next to theirs had completely collapsed.

This brought tears to Allen's eyes as he had been friends with the young son and daughter of the Krambell family. The boy was about Allen's age. He had had dark hair like the chocolates his father brought home when he traveled to India and his eyes were just a tad bit lighter in color. His friend's name was Narien and he'd been training to become a doctor.

Allen had also been friends with Narien's sister. Narien had wanted to become a doctor to help cure her of a disease she'd inherited from their mother who had passed away the year before. She had been kind to Allen as she offered to help him with his homework when Mana was gone.
Mana seemed to like her as well. Whenever he left to visit some person in another country or stayed late after work he asked her to keep an eye on his son. Allen didn't mind it at all as he thought of her like an older sister and Narien like a brother.