The Fallen (Book 1)

Chapter 1

 The story of my old buddy, Aaron Leo, shooting my girlfriend in front of me has many variations to it. Some of the stories even say that his bullet missed both of us. Sadly, he is an excellent shot and there was no mistaking the fact that the two people that gave me a reason to keep going, were gone from my life.

"Yo, Flake--," oh, and I almost forgot! My name is Flake Orion, and I am the son of the most famous scientist to ever exist! That person was my mother, Jane Orion. I'll get to her later, but at the moment I need to get back to the story. "I have the weapons you ordered from Boston in these boxes over here."

I turned around from looking out my window that overlooked the whole city and saw the guy that delivers the packages around the 4 Cities. His name is Paul Archer, but most people just call him "the Silent Walker." The 4 Cities consist of four communities, as you could probably guess from the title. Anyways, the 4 Cities are made up of the huge alliance between the strongest of towns. These towns are Washington D.C, Boston, Kansas City, and my city, Philadelphia.

"Oh, right. Sorry, Paul. I kind of spaced out a little."

"Flake, it's the zombie apocalypse. Apologies don't mean anything no more."

"Okay, whatever you say, Paul," I laughed.

"Yeah, laugh all you want dude, but seriously, where do you want me to put these boxes?"

"Just sit them down over there," I said with a smile as I pointed towards the corner of the room.

Paul set down the wooden boxes of guns and ammo in the corner I pointed to and had me sign a paper. Then, he got up and walked out the main office building without saying a word. He looked like he must've been in a rush because he got out of here in a flash.

I checked the boxes, nine in total. Four of the boxes were bigger than the rest, and they were obviously the ones that contained all of the guns I ordered. The rest of the boxes were filled to the brim with ammunition. The time is near that we take back the world.

Fletcher Briggin, a friend of mine that has been by my side since kindergarten and our militia's general, bursted into the room and almost knocked me over when he ran in. He handed me a note saying:

Dear Fletcher,

You must get this note to Flake A.S.A.P!!!!!! We have received knowledge that Washington is planning on leaving the alliance in a couple months! They are intending on taking over Kansas City and clearing out all of the area around it and starting up a brand new empire. We have to stop them from seizing control of Kansas City and we must provide the Kansans with some of our strength because we cannot allow the city of Kansas to fall! Please meet me at Independence Hall tomorrow at 12:00 A.M. to discuss this extreme matter, and bring Flake with you!

Sincerely,

Commander Deagen

When I finished reading the note, I realized that Fletcher was sweating all over. He must've ran the entire way without stopping. His station was 2.6 miles away so I can understand why he was pouring in sweat.

I realized what Aaron was going to do with his empire as soon as I heard this news. He was going to try to take back the world from the zoms. I just couldn't believe he was going to try to do this and take over a fellow city! Not only had Aaron betrayed me, but he was betraying the whole alliance.

"What do we do, Flake?" he said tiredly.

"First off, we should probably get some rest before we head out for the hall in four hours," I replied.

"Alright. That sounds like something I would like," he chuckled.

"Yeah. You look like it," I said, noticing the sweat still pouring down from his face. "Now get going," I snickered and pointed to the door.

He walked out and went downstairs to go sleep on the couch. I took the note and put it under my desk and walked towards my room. I reached for the handle, but then I heard scratching coming from the front door.

I stopped in my tracks and pulled my hand back. I turned towards the door that led downstairs and opened it up. I slowly started going down the steps, each stair creaking as I walked down. When I got to the bottom stair, I looked over to see my friend sleeping soundly on the couch with no blanket covering him. He just slept in his clothes. I laughed momentarily until I remembered what I was doing. I walked over to the door that was being constantly scratched, and I pulled out my katana.

My brother, Alex Draco, taught me how to use it when I was younger. He only has a different last name because we were half-brothers. I always wanted to be a samurai because of the books I read about them at school when I was younger. He said, "Flake, to become a samurai you must first learn what samurai actually means. The meaning of samurai is 'to serve,' and you better not forget that." Alex always had those protective instincts that a brother should have. He would train me the ways of fighting every day in the backyard of our house. I had never seen anybody move as quick as him. Alex was so fast that he could take on ten zombies, and they'd be gone in less than a second. I always thought of him as a legend. I looked up to him with so much passion that I always tried to be like him. Alex was the reason I was able to become the leader of this whole community. I mean I'm fast, but not anywhere close to as fast as he was. He went on missions that he was paid for to take down whole groups of zombies for a certain person. People always want their land cleared from the infected. Alex usually came back around seven o' clock every night. Except, one day, he never came back; I never saw him again. It's been over two years since the last time I saw my brother. I just always hope he comes back, but most people just think he's gone, and by "gone," I mean dead. That word is so hard to think of, and I will never accept that thought.

Anyways, I opened up the door and apparently it was just the dog from next door. I let out a sigh of relief because I thought that somehow a zombie got through our walls. I sheathed my sword, and I fed the dog and brought him back to the family he belongs to.

I walked back home and walked straight to my room. Fletcher was still asleep on the couch downstairs. He was an extremely skinny dude, but his fighting skills were just as great as mine, if not better. He was not quite as fast as me, but his ideas of battle formations made up for it. I opened up my bedroom door and set the alarm to 11:25 P.M. I laid out onto my bed, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was encumbered by darkness.