Who: Max and OPEN What: Our runaways need food and Max sneaks off to get it Where: Burgers N Shakes When: Wednesday evening Rating: PGish
One good thing could be said about the spot among the rocks that Max had found for she and Molly: it was near plenty of food. Apparently, people being saved from the end of the world liked to eat by the beach. Weird for some, perfect for Max. She had to be careful. Getting caught would be disasterous on many levels. Not only would she get stuck back in that awful building (which, oddly enough, didn't look like Molly had ever touched it), but Molly would also be on her own. And while Max had seen her do things most kids her age couldn't dream of, she knew the girl was all physical strength and really just a little girl at the end of the day. She didn't honestly know if Molly could make it on her own.
Max, on the other hand, was used to being a leader, even when it came to being on the run. What worried her was the voice not speaking. Usually by now, it would've said something, usually something snide about how she shouldn't have let Molly get them out without having a plan or whatever. But the annoying little voice in her head hadn't even made a peep since they'd been there. No guidance, no annoyance, no nothing. Not cool.
So she was sans Voice, sans Flock, sans stupid Fang and his stupid broody hotness, and sans Mom. Instead, she had a young girl depending on her. With all the stealth of a girl used to running for her life, Max waited until the sun had mostly set before she set off. Unless someone recognized her, she could easily pass as one of the adults around the place, especially with her hair down. Her windbreaker was in place, covering her wings, as always. The goal was to look like she belonged there. So with her chin up and a nonchalant look on her face, Max went waltzing into the burger place like it was nothing. Worst case scenario, she knew how to make a quick exit. It just might take out a few people in the process was all.