Hey guys, just a bit of a heads up: This chapter might be a bit boring. But there's going to be a cliffie at the end, so read it if you want, but you don't have to. However, I recommend you do, or else you won't know what the crap is going on. So, yeah. I hope you guys like it.
P.S.- Sorry I haven't updated in foreverbut I've got a lot of things going on, and I'm finding it harder to update. So just be patient, I will update….eventually.
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, blah blah blah……
Claimer: I do, however, own this plot, and I would like it to stay that way.
5
Max POV
God I was cold. Like, literally freezing. I leaned against the tree that Fang had been laying at, trying to get some more sleep. I ached all over. But then something seemed weird…there was no one beside me.
I sat bolt upright, now fully awake. Where was Fang?
He was sitting a few feet away from me, by the fire, curled up in a slight ball. He looked up at me when I sat up, smirking. "What, did I scare you?" I rolled my eyes, stood up, and walked over to him. "A bit" I replied. "So… you can walk now?" "Yep" Fang replied, staring at the fire.
He looked distracted about something. Something really bad. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, looking at him. Fang shook his head. "Nothing" he replied. Oh, you liar.
I decided not to push the subject, so I shrugged and looked into the fire, same as Fang. "Do we have anything to eat?" Fang asked. I shook my head. "I gave my back pack to Iggy" I replied. "Speaking of which, we better get a move on and start looking for the flock" Fang said. Again, I felt his gaze bore into me, making me get that freaking hot feeling. "I know we do" I said. "I think we should start looking today". "Sounds good". His gaze was still bearing into me, and I felt as though I'd be sliced in half if he kept it up much longer. To my relief, he looked away.
It was maybe about 9 am when Fang and I decided to finallyhead out and look for the others. Our conditions were pretty low: we were both hurt and in need of medical attention. We hadn't eaten in maybe about two days. We were hydrated, but had no way to carry water. So basically, we were screwed.
Fang and I followed the brook's shore. I'd glance over at him every once in a while to make sure he was ok. He was kind of pale, and limping just slightly, but he seemed fine.
About noon I spotted a few fish in the brook. Sweet.
But the problem is, we had nothing to catch it with, let alone kill it. So we didn't eat then and there.
Again, darkness came way to quick for my liking. But I guess it's not up to me when there should be day and night. So I guess I better just deal.
It was starting to snow now, and get reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally cold. Why it was snowing and getting really cold in the middle of summer, I've no idea, but it really was starting to get annoying. We held our wind breakers closer to us, blocking out some of the freaking wind. But just some.
Fang and I kept walking when it got dark. The only time we would stop was either: A- we found the others. B- we died. Or C- We fell flat over from exhaustion. Either one was very likely.
Like before, we stopped following the brook after a while, going more in land. And it was a good thing we did.
After a good hour of walking, we found a summer cottage. Why there would be a cottage in the middle of the woods where there was no lake, I've no idea (I've been saying that a lot lately), but it sure was good news to us.
Fang and I both kicked in the window and we practically dived in. The cottage looked as though it hadn't been visited in about 10 years, so we didn't look in the fridge.
But the cupboards were completely stuffed to the brim with food. Cans, fruit, a few carrots, and (to my delight) Chocolate Chip cookies.
And get this: we found a stupid freaking backpack to carry it all. Anda water canteen. And stupid freaking bandages. So whoever owned this place, we so totally owe them big time.
After we'd stuffed ourselves to the bursting point, I sat down on the couch, extremely- er…….- content. Not happy. Content. Fang sat in an armchair next to me. He looked like his usual self, calm, cool, and collected. Now that we were out of the freaking cold, we both were just a tad more happy.
Fang zonked out in about five minutes. I yawned and rolled over. Sleepy head, stay up! One of you needs to be on watch. I ignored the voice, falling into one of the deepest sleeps ever.
After about five hours, each of us woke up.
We loaded our bags with as much food as we could carry, and headed out the door. The bitterly cold air hit me, making my skin sting. My breath came in a frost cloud as I exhaled, making me look like I was smoking or something.
Fang and I walked side by side, and only walked about five steps when I stopped dead. Fang walked two steps ahead of me, then realized I stopped and stopped as well. "What?" he said, looking at me.
I didn't answer.
I couldn't breathe. What I saw in front of me was waaaaaaaay too horrifying to describe.
But I have to anyway.
Okay, considering how it was dark last night, I hadn't noticed the old pickup truck parked at the side of the house.
And I hadn't noticed the lines in the snow covering the pickup truck that suggested that something's feet had trailed in it.
AndI'd failed to notice the bird kid that now lay in the trunk of the pickup truck.
Iggy.
Yay, it's finally out. Like I said, I'm finding it harder to update because I have so many things going on, but you guys understand. I don't know why I like cliffies so much, but I do, so you guys just have to live with it.
I hope this story is good. If it's not, then sorry, you're stuck with it. Please R&R, thank you for reading.
