A/N: Okay. This is my second story (I'll try to update the other one soon--I've kind of been neglecting it). No warnings really. One-shot. Sad.
That said, would it be weird to say "enjoy"?
Disclaimer: James Patterson equals Owner of Maximum Ride, Me equals Not James Patterson
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Survival
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The world may have survived, but that didn't mean I did. My world—the only world I cared for—was gone. Vanished. Disappeared.
Gone.
I couldn't eat; I couldn't sleep. It had only been a few days—how was I supposed to move on? The answer was simple in my mind: I wasn't. It wasn't like I had anything to live for. They couldn't have possibly survived. Angel had said that's what we needed to do to save the world: survive. The last time I checked, survival meant living.
Survival's changed, baby.
It's funny. However much I fought for them, however much I died inside to keep them alive, I never actually thought I would be without them. Even after I ran, I always thought I would see them again.
Keep going, Max. For the flock. For the flock. What a wonderful reunion it'll be.
However much I told myself that that day was a day of lasts for me—the last time I would feel Angel's bouncing blonde curls under my palm and Total's sticky tongue on my cheek, the last time I would see Gazzy's eyes alight with mischief, the last time I would hear Nudge's incessant chatter in my ear, the last time I would smell Iggy's cooking over the fire he had lit himself, the first and last time I would taste Fang's fiery sweet lips—a part of me never gave up hope. Always—always—I waited for the day I would see them again. The day I could re-live my lasts.
What a wonderful reunion it'll be…
But that day had never come. It would never come. Because there was just no way that even one of them had survived. At least not in the old sense of the word. In the darkest hour, I had hid. Locked myself away with the rest of the cowards. They were the brave ones—some of the few that went out and faced it, knowingly or unknowingly. For all their lives, I had been the leader, the strong one, the idol, the hero. But now they were dead. They would never know how weak I was.
And they would never know just how strong they were.
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