I used to actually be somebody, you know.

I used to be the girl that had (sort of) saved the world, or at least our world. Maybe not yours. Sorry about that.

I, at the very least, used to be the somewhat unofficial leader of our island.

And now I'm the tenant in Room 204 of the Hampton Inn, renting a double room for the last two weeks.

I, Maximum Ride, haven't had the best month.

Right now, as I sit here, Fang's looking over my shoulder from the chair next to the bed I'm sitting on (yes, I see you, stop it, it's unnerving)… he's stopped now. Thank you, Fang… Iggy and Gazzy went out a while ago on food duty, going to the nearest store with my mother's credit card she may or may not know that we have. Ella, Nudge, and Angel are watching some show that sounds like a slumber party being blasted through the house… Nudge says it's called Girl Code, I call it Hell. Dylan is talking to Total in the next room, about what I have no idea. Probably something educated… at least I know that I wouldn't want to know what they're talking about… and I'm sitting here, typing on our semi-legally-owned laptop. Thank you, Institute, for your involuntary donation to our cause.

So I know that most of you are Fang fangirls (Fang-girls? I don't know) that clicked on a link on Fang's blog, so welcome to Max's Blog. (Fang is mine, by the way, so hands off, please and thank you.) Before you ignore this blog, I want you to think for a second. Why the heck would I want to talk to people who've only been drooling over my boyfriend for the last nearly three years? Because you all need to know what's going on. I know you've been watching the news, but if I were you, I wouldn't trust them as far as I… well, as far as you could throw them. I know that you know that something's happening that's bigger than just freak accidents, because what happened the last time there were signs of an apocalypse? Oh, yeah, an apocalypse.

So keep reading. You might just live through your second end of the world if you do.

—Max