A/N: OK, so this is my second fic. and to warn you: I WILL kill the Flock off in this story. Just wanted to lyn, because some people got a bit...verbal...when I killed everyone off in the last one. PLEASE DO NOT SEND ME NUMEROUS HORRIBLE HATE MAIL! it hurts my feelings...sniffle sniffle jk...but really, don't. OK, rant over! On with the story!

We're Going to Die, Aren't We?

Chapter One

I walked up next Angel's tiny frame and put my hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me with sad eyes and asked me,

"Max, what's happening?" I assumed she was referring to the deteriorating world around us. I combed through my thoughts and tried to find a decent answer. Even though she could read my mind, I still felt it necessary to voice my answer. If I actually had one...

"I'm not sure. I think it's the beginning of the end of the world," I answered. "If that makes sense."

"Perfect sense. But why is this happening? I thought Itex was over and gone." she asked.

"Me too. But did you ever think that this couldn't be the cause of Itex? That maybe it's just time for the world to end?" I inquired.

"I guess so..." Angel answered. She sounded confused, and I realized it was because she was a six-year old girl. I couldn't--shouldn't--talk to her about the world ending. She walked back to into the cool confines of the cave and sat next to Nudge. It seemed we had all gotten closer--if that was possible--since the world had started to disappear around us. I followed her and collapsed next to Fang. He didn't look away from the hot dog he was roasting over the small fire as I asked,

"How long do you think this cave will last?" Many of our temporary shelter had just, crumpled. We had had to re-locate many times over the last few days.

"I dunno," answered Fang, shaking me from my thoughts. "A few more hours. Which means more battle wounds." I glanced at the huge bruise on his neck and winced. It seemed that the places we found always had to fall down or start a mini avalanche right when we got situated. And as Fang kindly pointed out, meant more injuries. I was just about to answer when a huge crash shook the stone walls and shot a burst of dust into my mouth and eyes. Oh, crap. Here we go again.

A/N: I know it was short...but I just had to make it short. The next one will be longer. If I get one review, I will post! If not...then I won't. Peace to the out!