Chpt 4 More Fun With Wonderful Erasers (Feel the Sarcasm)

Fang's P.O.V.

The next morning, I woke up before the others, so I decided to go grab something for breakfast. Before I left, I took a moment to look at Max while she was sleeping (No, I am not a stalker!) She'd kill me if I told her, but when she's sleeping (except when she has nightmares) Max looks pretty and soft like she never would awake. Awake Max is fiercely beautiful. But enough on that.

I went to a nearby grocery store and bought four dozen eggs and a large box of doughnuts for breakfast. What can I say? The entire flock eats like horses. Then I headed back to the camp.

As I walked I noticed something was off. At this time the Park should be alive with the sounds of little critters and birds, but there were none. I stopped and listened closely.

There! Heavy bootsteps. They were close and seemed to be heading towards the camp. I stealthily made my way to the nearby trail. Erasers. At least a hundred of them, heading directly to where the flock was sleeping. Crap.

I ran as fast as I possibly could back to the camp, only to find out that I was too late. The Erasers had sent ahead a little scouting party of about twenty to keep us busy. Double crap.

With an enraged battle cry, I jumped into the fray.