(Max's POV)
When we woke up at dawn the next morning, there were already joggers, bicycles, even horseback riders weaving their way along the miles and miles of trails in Central Park. We slipped out of the trees and onto the sidewalk. Nudge started blabbing on and on about our surroundings. When Iggy found a street vendor, I bought 7 small bags of honey roasted peanuts (they really did smell like heaven). I found Gazzy looking at balloons. I handed the bag of peanuts she surprisingly ate them very slowly.
"Hey, Cookie?" Nudge asked her mouth still full of peanuts.
"Hm..." Cookie replied still slowly chewing her small handful of peanuts.
"How many days has it been since you ate last?" Nudge asked finishing her peanuts.
"About 2 days maybe 3." Cookie replied swallowing. Suddenly something about the clown caught my eye. She was watching a sleek, dark-haired guy strolling down a path. Their gazes met. A chill went down my back. Just like that, my enjoyment of the day burst. I was swept into fear, anger, and an intense self-preservation reflex.
"Iggy, heads up," I whispered. "Get the others." Beside me, Angel was wound tight, her hand clenching mine hard. We walked fast toward the others. Fang, doing an automatic sweep of the area, saw my urgent expression. In the next moment, he had clamped a hand on Nudge's and the Gasman's shoulders and spun them around to walk quickly away.
Iggy quickly grabbed Cookie and followed. To make a long story short we ran from the Erasers and found ourselves in the zoo.