Max pov.
Mistakes. Thats all I've made in the past couple of days, the world is at war, people are trying to kill me, and things happened that I wanna change, but I need the flocks help.
One big thing wrongs with that last sentence, the flocks dead. Plucked off the face of earth one by one. Murdered while saving me, because I'm the one supposed to save the world. Well I say screw the world! let it destroy itself, my worlds gone.
My families gone the ones I loved, my baby, my motormouth, my 2 pyros, and Fang. Fang, my right wingman, my bestfriend, and my one and only love.
Gone, poof!