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Chapter One
written by MissMusic17
So, my life wasn't exactly going well.
We were somewhere over Ohio, and the kids wanted to take a break and stay in one place for a couple of weeks. Iggy was on board, while Fang and I were way too paranoid to actually stop in one place for any long amount of time.
We were starting to cave, though. It's hard for two people to hold off four others in an argument. The combined force of Angel and Nudge's Bambi eyes was devastating.
"And we're really tired, you know, plus, living on the run isn't very relaxing, 'cause we don't get a real bed, or a house, or more than one pair of clothes, or magazines, or bubble gum, or-"
I glanced at Fang. My eyes were begging him to let me agree so that Nudge would just shut up.
He nodded.
"Fine, fine, okay, alright. Let's see what we can find." I said, interrupting Nudge saying something about the joys of TV and jewelry.
I felt weak for giving in.
ABOUT AN HOUR LATER…
"Look! A cabin!" shouted Gazzy, pointing downward.
We instantly spiraled into a lazy dive, checking and double-checking for any sign of people.
Zip. Zero. Nada. None.
We all landed, and began to look around our temporary home.
It had four beds, a bathroom, and a small kitchen. Water was about a two-minute flight from here, and the little clearing where the cabin was built was ringed in "food" trees.
Jeb had made sure we knew our plants. He didn't want us to try to eat some mysterious berry and die or something.
There were normal types, like oak, maple, and elms. I also saw a buckeye tree. I forgot how, but I think it was special to Ohio in some way.
But scattered through the normal trees were some edible plants. I was able to pick out cherry trees, crabapples, honeysuckle, blackberries, cranberry bush, and sassafras, which could be chewed like not-very-sticky-but-very-flavorful gum.
It seemed like a lot of edible plants around the cabin. The former owner had probably had a garden that went out of control after they left.
It made me hopeful though. Maybe Iggy could get some cherry pie going?
A town was only about twenty minutes away. It was small, but large enough for supply runs.
When I got back, around seven-ish, I was hit in the back with something small and hard.
I heard Gazzy's maniacal laughter, and spun on him, only to see his arms full of very hard crabapples.
Oh no.
I ran for it, getting beaned in the back over and over until I got to the cabin. I grabbed Iggy and used him as a human shield.
"If you try to hit me, you'll just hurt Iggy." I said, hoping the thought of harming his partner in crime was deterrent enough to keep Gazzy from launching another crabapple at me.
It wasn't.
Eventually, he ran out of ammo, and I got Gazzy to bed with the rest of the Flock before anything else crazy could happen.
Sadly, it didn't work that way.
The door burst open, revealing a human silhouette.