-OKAY! Well, since I have reached an impassible point with my I hate school story (my comp got a virus, got in my files. I had to delete all my writing. I almost cried it was so horrible). Don't worry, i'll still continue it, it will just take me a while to remember what I've written. So in the mean time, I'm starting this one, and I refuse to delete it, now matter how many viruses get it! (i'm virus free now, don't worry) so, here ya go. OH and asha, Rosie and Fabio will be in this story, just in different ways. REVIEW?

CHAPTER ONE:

To Whom It May Concern:

It's been two years since Maximum ride failed her mission. It was not her fault though. She was the only girl who had the guts to do what was right. Maybe if we had stepped up and helped her, it wouldn't have ended like it did.

Though Max and her Flock did not save the world, they did leave a great impression on Itex. Now Itex works creating new flocks. Pairing mutants in flocks of six, trying to recreate the original. But none of us will ever compare to the real Flock. No one can say the are.

The world is gone now. Everyone that you and I have ever known is gone. Six billion people on Earth when the war happened. The virus they used had a ninety-percent kill rate, that's five point four billion people dead. Crashed and bled out. Dead. Less than one-percent immunity. That left twelve million healthy people, like important workers, and mutants. The other five hundred and eighty-eight million turned into your fertilizers, or erasers, and then they got hungry and they killed and fed on everybody. Everybody! Every single person that you or I have ever known is dead. Only Itex workers and mutants remain.

That means that there are about 300,000 people left in the world. About 6 million flyboys and 400,000 mutants. But of course, you must already no this, or you would not be here today, reading thins letter.

The Safe Zone is where you have to go. The only place that can guarantee your freedom, liberty, justice, happiness, peace, love, food, clothing, and security. If you expect to live, expect to find The Safe Zone.

The cities name and location will not be revealed, for fear of whom it truly does concern. You must travel to the Maximum. A friend will be there at dawn every day. A friend who will help. Keep this letter safe. Burn it, bury it, eat it. DO NOT lose it.

I've writing this letter on January first, 2008. If you are out there, come to the Maximum. I don't care how old this letter is. Someone will be waiting for you. You are not alone.

- A Friend

"Vague, Vague, Vague," Jassan sings behind me. I turn around to whack him in the head, but he dodges me swiftly, ducking his head under my blow. He was right. This letter is vague.

"I guess the group was right," Duke said, more to himself then to anyone else. The letter spoke the truth. There are millions of little six person flocks mulling around, trying to find the Safe Zone. Itex has gone whack with their trying to re-create the flock plan. In fact, on our way to the old Stark, which was basically a giant tree stump, coded over for safety, we met another flock. They told us they had buried the letter there. We didn't stick with them though. You can't trust anyone. Itex has their mutant spies everywhere, literally.

"I guess so," I said, my eyes scanning over the letter again. It was written two years ago. Two entire years ago. I can feel my hope being sucked away by Itex's vacuum cleaner of despair. They've probably found the Safe Zone by know.

"Go to sleep," I told the guys. I needed to think. I'm supposed to be a leader. Who the hell am I kidding, I couldn't lead a line. Next to me, Jassan made a face. He snapped his fingers above his head, home-girl style.

"You go to sleep," He said, looking offended. "I am just as old as you, I don't have to go to bed at eight anymore." Yeah, well, it's not eight, it's four.

"Go to bed, Jassan," Duke helped me out. Jassan looked at him incredentiously for a minute, before scuffing back to the tree stump, leaning against it with a pouting look on his face.

"Fine," He said, then a smile lit up his face. "But I'm doing it because I'm tired!" He said in a snotty voice, plugging his nose and holding it the air. "Not because you tell me to."

"Uh-huh," Duke said, nodding his head sleepily. He gave me one long look before plopping down next to Abigail. He rested his head on his hands and closed his eyes. I watched as his face settled for sleep, muscles around his forehead loosening. He's faking it.

Jassan isn't though. As soon as he sat down he was snoring. Loud, nostril-flaring snoring. It tucked the letter into my pocket. There were so many things I didn't understand. What was the Maximum. I know who she was, but I don't know what it is.

I look over at my own flock. Abigail, who's lying on her back, face peaceful and baby like in the pale, rising sun. Abigail has always been baby looking. I call her babyface, though she begins ranting on her plans to kill me when I call her that. Her blonde hair is held in a half-ponytail, sticking out of the side of her head.

Next to her, curled in a ball, Is Dulce. Dulce is the youngest. She is the cutest, the sweetest, and the baby. Her messy brown hair is curled around her face like a little halo. A few freckles are placed on her nose, making it look like she's been sprinkle with cinnamon.

Jassan was still snoring, with his mouth open so wide I had the sudden urge to go over and shut it. Curly black hair hangs in his closed eyes, millions of freckles dotting his pale face. His hands are tucked in the pocket of his sweatshirt, and his legs are laid out like a rack infront of him.

Lying on top of the stump, the only one small enough to fit, was Caleb. He wasn't the youngest, being in-between Abigail and Dulce, but he was the smallest. Sad that a girl three years younger than him is taller than him. He doesn't mind though. We're to busy trying to not die to be bother by the height of people. His messy, light brown hair is tousled, and when he flips on his side, I see a tiny little impression on his cheek made from the wood.

Duke, realizing that everyone else was asleep, popped his eyes open and focuses them on me. Duke is my buddy. My main village man, whatever you want to call it. He struggled to his feet, pulling the hood of his gray jacket over his sloppily cut dirty blonde hair. He looks worn out, but he comes and sits by me at the fire anyway.

"You know what the Maximum is?" He asked, poking a stick into the fire. Little tiny sparks fly from it. I shake my head. If I knew anything, I would have woken them up already, telling them that we have to go. It's safe to travel at night, when you're less likely to be spotted.

"No," I said, feeling my frustration creep into my voice. I bit my tongue, trying to take an example of Duke's silence. But it doesn't work. I feel like I'm about to explode. I can't do it anymore. I can't win anyway. Flyboys are everywhere. We can't even go into a city. We have to hunt squirrels and deer for food, we haven't changed clothing since last year practically. Jeans that used to be dragging on the floor are now up to my ankles. "Do I ever know where anything is? See I've figured this whole thing out. It's all a lie. There is no safe zone. It's just another way for Itex to catch the mutants. To kill us."

Duke looks stricken, and he turned to face me. I can see worry in his eyes. I can see pain and fear. I can also see determination.

"Do you really believe that?" He asked slowly, raising one eyebrow. I stay silent. "You can't. This is the only thing we've got left. We can't just throw it away." He points with his fire stick to the Flock. "Those kids want to live. I want to live. You want to live. We can live." He turns back to the fire. All this time he's kept his voice down to a calm, reasonable tone. He bites his lip now.

"I'm a horrible leader, aren't I," I offered. He chuckled a little and shook his head.

"You're a great leader. Don't even say that. If you convince yourself, then you'll end up believing it, and will be a bad leader." I hate it when he sounds so smart. Like a doctor or something. "We'd all be dead without you." Just hearing him say that makes me feel better. I know It might look like I'm fishing for compliments, but trust me, I feel more like a loser now than ever.

"You're amazing." He continued, give me a side smile. "You're brilliant. Your beautiful, you're cool. You're talented. You're-" I cut him off.

"I get it," I said, feeling a grin split my face. He grins back, and for a minute, I feel like I'm in one of those old soppy toothpaste commercials. Where the people fall in love just by the sheer glow of eachother's teeth.

"Go to bed, dibs on first watch." I open my mouth to say something, but I decide not to. I haven't been getting any sleep lately. This is how I title myself. Nadine Scott: Sleep Loser.

"Night," I said, and scooted in-between Abigail and Dulce. I toss my arms around both of them and close my eyes, feeling like a little speck of dust of Itex's world. Feeling like whatever I do, I'm never going to be good enough. Never going to save the world. Of course, I can't save a world that's already gone.

Okay, first chapter down! I hope it's okay. I love review, they make me smile a lot. And suggestions are welcome too. BYE BYE!! THANKS!!

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