The Fallen (Book 1)

Chapter 3

We had to go around the city of New York. It was covered in fog. Zombies would be hard to see. Besides, rumor has it that it's piled up with zoms. Supposedly, there are tens of thousands of zombies per square mile.

When we got to the city of Trenton, we had to stop on a bridge. Trenton was surrounded by huge walls. There were razor-edged spikes attached to the walls so no zombies could get anywhere near scratching up the tough, metal walls. The walls were entirely painted black and must've been put up a couple of weeks after the very beginning. We had to stop in front of the main gate to be able to take Route 287. The community's leader walked out the front door that lead straight out onto the worn road. He wore a Nebraska Cornhusker hat, an Oregon letterman jacket, and a pair of pants with the Washington Huskies' logo on it. I couldn't quite tell what he was thinking when he put the outfit together earlier. He looked as if he was in his late teens and had the voice to match it.

"Hello travelers! Welcome to the sanctuary of Trenton!" the strange boy said.

As he said this, at least 25 lasers were automatically pointed straight at our chests.

So much for a sanctuary, I thought to myself.

"Now, we should probably find out if all of you guys are friends or foes, huh?"

I had a great feeling about this town. I never even knew this place existed even though Philadelphia was right next to it. It was heavily fortified and definitely had the weapons and ammunition to keep them protected.

The man had ten guards in black and blue S.W.A.T. uniforms walked out the gate and pointed their guns at us. They all had an AK-47 with a laser-sight attachment on the end of the weapon. They forced us out of the buggy and grabbed us by the back of our shirts.

They pushed us inside and made us give them the keys to the buggy. They drove it in through a garage door that I hadn't noticed since it blends in with the wall so well. Once we were inside, they took us to a boxed room that was incredibly bright. The mirror on the side of the wall reminded me of an interrogation room. There were cameras, and they even had working vending machines.

A man with a grey bullet-proof vest walked in. He looked like Dwayne Johnson. His muscles were gigantic, and he was pretty tall. I assumed that he was about 6'8" and had a pretty serious look on his face. He must've been over the age of 30. I was utterly confused because the virus was supposed to have infected everyone over the age of 18, but this man looked completely intact. He had a holster that must've carried a .44 Magnum pistol or something like that.

"Well, who are you guys?" the man said with a completely straight face. "Naw, I'm just kidding with you guys."

He pointed right at me.

"You must be the legendary "Storm Bringer," brother of Alex Draco, leader of Philadelphia, and the president of the 4 Cities, Flake Orion."

Then he pointed at Fletcher.

"And you must be the best general in the entire world, Fletcher Briggin."

And then at Deagen.

"I've heard a lot about you, Commander Deagen. The best spy in the 4 Cities. Silent but deadly? Man, you got a record. You have assassinated over a hundred of Harrisburg's men. I heard that you act in a flash of light. From the rumors I've heard, your speed is impeccable, almost as fast as Flake over there. Well, I know for a fact that you're smarter than him though."

This man is confusing. What does he want?

"You guys must be wondering who I am, huh? Well, my name is Septum Orion."

Wait, what did he just say?

"And I am Flake's father."