"Max! Wake up!"
"No." I mumbled. I refused to get up. I was exhausted and completely wiped out! We had just gotten back from a hectic encounter with a pack of erasers. When it was all over we landed in an old abandoned warehouse, despite the flock's complaint for a hotel. Me being the leader and all, I had to convince them that an old abandoned warehouse was better than any expensive hotel. They didn't buy it. Thank goodness I tried though. We would be bankrupt if I hadn't!
"Max!"
Right away I recognised the voice. Gazzy. The eight year old. The one that can mimic voices insanely well. A gift given to him by god knows what. Gazzy is definitely an interesting kid. He likes explosions. He will blow up anything for fun any day. He is not a normal kid. It's pretty obvious. None of us know our real names, so we made them up. The reason why his name is 'Gazzy' is because, well… Let's just say he 'passes gas' a lot.
"Shut up, Gazzy." I muttered.
"Max, I'm hungry! Can we go get some food?"
Food. That reminded me of how long it had been since we'd eaten.
"Max? Can we?" He pleaded.
"Are the others up?" I opened my eyes.
They were all standing over me giving me their best puppy dog eyes. Like that's not creepy or anything.
"Max, It's been so long! I'm starving!" Said Nudge.
Just like that, my stomach rumbled.