The Fallen (Book 1)

Chapter 12

 I started to flutter my eyes open. It was so bright.

"Flake?" I heard a male say. The voice was almost like an alarm, but I was still half-asleep.

"FLAKE!" Fletcher yelled. My eyes were wide open now.

"Ow," I said as I grabbed my ears.

"Jesus. Thought you were dead, man," Deagen said as he looked straight into my eyes. I rolled over and fell out of a bed. He was still looking at my eyes.

"Dude, stop looking at my eyes," I told Deagen.

"There's something there though," he replied.

"What? A sparkle? You're so gay, bro," I started laughing.

"Uh, no. Your eyes. They went from blue to red and then back to blue when you opened them. I'm trying to figure out what just happened."

"Wait. For real?" I was extremely confused. I couldn't tell if he was kidding me or not.

Was it because of the dream I had? I thought to myself.

Fletcher, Deagen, Jordan, and Selena all nodded to my question before. I saw a girl in the corner of my eye come out from behind a wall.

"Flake! Oh my gosh! I'm so glad you're alive!" the girl screeched as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me towards her.

"Alice? Is it actually you?" I really couldn't believe that she was still alive. I missed her so much.

"Yes. It is," Alice said as she started to tear up.

I brought her into a hug.

"I couldn't stand to see you unconscious so I hid myself until you were awake. I missed you so much. I've been searching for you since the day that Aaron shot me." She had tears streaming down her cheeks. I wiped them off and brought her head under my chin.

"I'm just glad you're alive. How is that so, anyways?" I asked her.

"Fletcher pulled you out of the building and took you back to your main office. You got knocked out from blood loss when a bullet hit you in the leg. Aaron ran away before you passed out. When you left, I fell unconscious from the bullet that was shot through me. I woke up in New York. Turns out that the place was never deserted. The walls are massive there. There were adults there too. Somehow they were able to survive passed the age of 18?" She said all of that really slowly and made the last sentence a question.

I turned over to Deagen and asked, "How did you guys not know about New York?"

"It was surrounded by zoms and fog. We didn't think that there could've possibly have been a whole community living there. All you could smell was rotting flesh and sewers that need cleaning," Deagen said defensively.

"Okay then," I looked back at Alice and added, "all that matters to me right now is that you're alive. I thought you were gone from my life forever."

"Same here," she replied.

I looked around at the building. It looked different than before. The white was now turned into a dark gray, yet the sun was still really bright outside.

Wait. What knocked me out? I asked myself. I looked over at Fletcher and asked the same question to him.

"Oh, right. So apparently, there were enemies in that building. They attacked us and hit you in the back of the head with a slingshot, and it knocked you out," Fletcher explained.

"How did they get in there? We didn't see them," I said completely confused.

"Must've gone through the back door like I did," Alice replied to my question.

There was a sudden knock coming from inside the walls.

"What was that?" Fletcher and I asked at the same time.

"I don't got a clue so don't look at me," Deagen said as he held both of his hands up in the air.

There it was again, but this time it was three knocks. I looked over to the wall next to the knocking and saw a fire ax. I grabbed a chair and smashed the glass open. I grabbed the ax and began to chop down the wall with it. There was light coming from the other side. It was a hidden room.

"What the hell?" I asked myself as I made a hole big enough for my body to crawl through.

Fletcher and Alice grabbed my shoulder as I began to reach my hand through the hole. The knocking stopped as soon as the hole was made. No noises were coming from the room at all.

"Wait. Let me go first," Fletcher insisted. I shook my head, but he added, "Please."

"Fine then." I gave in to him. Moving out of his way, he began to crawl through the hole.

"Woah," Fletcher said as I saw the last bit of his legs fit in the hole. "Yo, what is this place? This is crazy!"

Something grabbed him, pulling him down a hatch as he cried out for help one last time before he was sucked under.

"FLETCHER!" We all screamed.