Rise of the Shaders

By Amber Chafer

Rise of the Shaders,
When America fell, the states were
destroyed, the proclaimed country
became the Northern Country. There
had been no true ruler, the presidents
they had in the states back in the day,
they were no more. What was once
wrong became right and what was right
became wrong. The population was
slowly simmering down as the killings
continued. Engulfed in total anarchy, the
Shaders took over the world! A life
entangled, ties deep down; one
resistance, one Shader. A life, disrupted;
unknown for the mysteries left ahead.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365417207

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Rise of the Shaders

RISE OF THE SHADERS

By: Amber Chafer

[The battle between two groups; one fights to control the world while the other fights for their freedom.]

Rise of the Shaders

©2016, Amber L Chafer

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without the permission of Amber L Chafer.

ISBN 978-1-365-41720-7

Acknowledgements

I wanted to give a shout out to everyone who has helped me make an idea into a story. The process took awhile but the end result is amazing. In particular I wanted to thank Dennis Day, for helping me push the story along from the beginning chapters.  In addition, I want to thank my sister Nicole Chafer, for the art work on the cover. To my family and friends, I want you to know that I am grateful for all your non-stop support in this process and for standing by me to help me through this. Without your help, this book would have never been completed. The countless support and belief you all gave me throughout the years, helping me shape this book with your contributions, knowledge and inspiration have helped in the creation as well. I’ve learned over the years, if you have a dream, don’t let it go, follow it.

Thank you all so much!!

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Just Think….

It happens as quickly as it fades.

Like a memory, everything has a way to disappear then show up again later on. Starting at birth, you can’t remember the moment you were delivered. When you first open your eyes to see your parents for the first time or when you made your first cry as the doctors were clearing out your throat to breathe. The words that meant nothing at all, sounds of gibberish as adults spoke. It’s a memory, clouded by many others that took its place. Just like life, this happens to be moving on everyday; nothing but a play by play of memories, of what was before it became what is.

Chapter 1

It all started back in 2455, when the world came under attack and any survivors were captured and tested on. I was one of the captured, with the expectations of being in a vegetative state when they wiped my memory. Yet, I remember when it all started. It was around 6:00am when my alarm went off, the start of a normal day. The sun was already rising, little clouds, and birds were chirping. After opening the windows, I got dressed and paused to look at all my pictures from childhood to when I moved out and some random ones of places I traveled in the years. Taking a second to pause I headed out of my room into the short walkway where I made my way into the kitchen. Now, I lived in was a small ranch house. Though with the size, I loved the space because it was only me living here. The kitchen was a welcoming place to be in. I had a small round table made of a beautiful brown stained oak with chairs to match. This set though would fit a table of four which was centered in the middle of the room. Making a quick meal, I decided to open the kitchen windows as well. With the placement of the bedroom window and kitchen window, they brought light to different spots being on two ends of the house. But, when I opened the window to hear my morning birds chirping as they did when I woke up, for the first time… I heard nothing. Not only did I hear nothing, I noticed no kids were outside, no cars were leaving to go to work, not even a blow from the morning wind. It was only silence at 8:00am, from a bright and sunny day. When I looked harder in the window, in the distance all I saw was a black like smoke of clouds slowly coming closer. I was memorized by the scale of smoke. During that moment, that’s when I heard the retched howl, not only of adults but of children as well that were screaming for their lives out in the distance.

Now growing up I had a similar home.  Instead of two rooms like mine, it had three. Before moving out for good, I had to say goodbye to my two siblings and my father. My mother was no longer with us; she passed away when I was born. My father however was not so forgiving of that fact. To him I was always the demon child who killed his wife. Though deep down I always knew he loved me, even if he never said it. My sister and brother, they knew it wasn’t my fault but they never got over the fact my mother chose me to live over her.  I was an outcast to them. So on the day I was moving out, I wasn’t happy or sad. I was the first to leave, and no one seemed to care that I was going. But, I was proven wrong as I headed out the door. My sister who was 22 (only three years older then I) stopped me before I got out the door. I already said my goodbyes getting nothing but hatful looks as I waited for a response, so I decided that was my goodbye. But, when I stopped at the door, my sister grabbed my arm. I didn’t know how to respond so I just shrugged her off. Though within seconds she started crying and begged me not to go. I had never seen my sister cry, not in front of me at least. It felt like it would never end. Giving in I walked back in the house for just a little bit longer. It was nice to feel wanted by someone for once, even if it was only for a few moments. When I walked back in the house, the walkway split the room in two, on the left was the family room and kitchen but on the right was another hallway where the bedrooms were. I was forced to sleep alone in a room away from them after I was born because of my mother’s passing. Thinking back, I looked at the house I grew up in, not realizing that my father walked over to my sister and slapped her in the face. He was never afraid to, as he said whip us into shape. My father was yelling at my sister for being emotional about me leaving and was bringing up how if it weren’t for me my mother would still be alive. Instead of listening to him, I just walked into the kitchen and looked out the window. I didn’t want to hear their screams. The Screams of anger and pain; screams that made me stop in my tracks at my house, looking out the kitchen window.

I had to look away from the black clouds that were getting closer and took a look around my house. No one was there, it was still just me. I wanted my sister to be here, in my house but instead I had only remembered back then, with us in my father’s house. No one has wanted me around like she did when she tried to stop me from leaving. Only a half hour passes. By this time I would usually be sitting down on my recliner chair in my living room reading a book about nature or history. Yet when I walked over to get a book from my overflowing bookshelf, the window kept distracting me from grabbing my daily book. It was luring me to back, that I had to walk over and take another look. I couldn’t believe there could be dark clouds on such a nice day, but before I could make it to the window I heard the screams again, this time it was much closer and much louder than before. It was so heart wrenching to hear that a tear fell from my eye as I stood shaking in fear. I didn’t know what it was that scared me. Maybe it was the pitch of the screams or the fact you heard children crying, possibly begging for their lives.

Slowly I walked over to the window, expecting it to be right in view because of how loud it was but, to my surprise it was still far back. The blackened clouds as they got closer became clear that this wasn’t natural storm weather, but of smoke from a fire. A fire that was more powerful than the worst forest fire imagined.  I looked to the left and the right and noticed it kept going, without end. In fact the closer it got, it only got bigger and taller. Engulfing the buildings that I could normally see when I looked out the window on a clear day. I had read once in a history book about cities like mine out in the distance. How they’d be so big and so busy, people were never happy when they walked the streets or drove threw them. The only difference between the cities from the history books and mine was that this city was in flames.

To give an example, it was a huge city like the cities people had back in the day. The cities like those during the year of the early 2000’s; Chicago, New York, Washington Dc, Boston, Miami; they were so busy, so crowded but were always seen and admired by the people visiting and living there. My city was admired like those from before, but it was as big as Chicago, New York and Boston combined. In the heart of the country it was one of the few biggest cities there. Back then they called this country the United States of America but when America fell and the states fell apart, we started over. We became the Northern Country. It was only made up of cities, with no true ruler like the presidents they had in the states back then. Everything in the Northern Country just seemed to work. Killing was rare; people either liked each other or hated them enough to move away to the people who matched their personality. Disasters such as a fire weren’t feared because it was a natural thing. The children as well were protected by everyone including those who were not their parents. Everything seemed simple, as if