A/N: This chapter is in third person, not Max's point of view. The characters are original, but they won't last long, so… don't get too attached. I just thought the story was a little choppy and needed something.

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Amber paused in her march to look back at David. She smiled at her new husband. He hadn't wanted to take this hiking trip, but he'd done it for her.

Dave would do anything for Amber.

Noticing gaze on him, Dave adopted a limp and a mournful expression.

"Are we there yet?" Amber grinned at his whining tone.

"Only five more miles." Dave groaned and staggered over to lean his full weight against Amber. She struggled, giggling, to hold up both of them before collapsing and sending them both sprawling into the undergrowth. She rolled over on top of him and planted a slow kiss on his lips.

"Wow," he murmured, dragging his face closer to hers, "this is really starting to look up."

They were kissing passionately when Death arrived.

Noiselessly, the two figures crept closer.

" Ooh, I hope we aren't interrupting anything." Her mate grunted. "These two had better taste better than all those kiddies. They were gross-tasting."

"I still can't believe that you bit all those kids and then spit them out. And you left them! We're going to be losing territory to those munchkins now!"

"You worry too much, love. Let's just enjoy lunch."

The pair descended to feed.

A/N: See? Dead already. I just wanted the dead hikers in the next chapter to seem less like cardboard cutouts. They now have thoughts, feelings, and

Romantic Interludes

Also, this is like an official in-story statement that THE FLOCK IS NOT DEAD. You know, since apparently no one reads my author's notes. Don't worry, I still love you guys.

Love,

Me