Total had been flopped morosely on the floor, but now he said, “They don’t really seem to do our culture justice, do they?”
But then again, what words could?
“Those aren’t all of them.” Fang pointed. “Some of the postings are more recent if you keep scrolling. Check out the time stamps here. JumpinJoanie wrote ‘stay strong, bird kids. 6 jugs of water with the flock’s name on em in traverse city michigan.’ That one’s from March.”
As Nudge scrolled down, it was clear that Fang’s blog had turned into some sort of rogue news site since the Event—whatever it was—had happened. The reports were either posted as Anonymous or under Friends of Fang, and they came from kids across the globe, sharing what had happened to them and trying to make some sense of things.
And boy, did things not make much sense.
Are Europeans checking this board? Since it went Dark, can someone verify if all of England incinerated, or just London? Thx for any info.
Just London? I stared in stunned silence at those words and let out a choked breath. I don’t know what I’d expected, but I wasn’t sure I could handle this.
Anybody heard news W of Denver? Updates apprec.
Fires coming from the west as far as Mississippi R. and flooding still seeping from the east. We’re heading north to Ohio.
“From what we got on the island, I expected the flooding.” Fang looked up at me, his thick brows knitting together. “But what do you think is causing the fires? Was it from another natural disaster—more meteors or volcanoes—or something man-made? Something planned?”
I shook my head uncertainly. “Look at this one. ‘Whole fam got sick. I’m the only 1 left.’ Do you think that’s the virus my mom told us about—the bioweapon?”
Nudge clicked the link to see the responses.
Make sure you protect yourself. H-men sweeping populated areas now. Especially west coast usa.
Are H-men Erasers? My mom said they’re same as Doomsday cult, but I thought the flock got rid of those guys.
“What!” I jumped up and jabbed my finger at the screen, disbelieving. “If I have to deal with feral robotic man-wolves along with the dissolution of civilization, I am seriously going to lose it.”
We had almost scrolled all the way down to the bottom, and we weren’t any closer to the answers. The last comment was by PAtunnelratt, and all it said was We miss you guys.
It was from four minutes ago.
“Do you see that?” I jerked forward.
“I told you!” Gazzy’s eyes lit up. “Quick, Nudge, write them back!”
FangMod: @PAtunnelratt, it’s the flock. Are you still there?
“Ugh, this connection is so slow!” Nudge groaned as she hit Refresh over and over again.
Fang shrugged. “Well, the world has ended.”
Finally, it showed one reply, and we all crowded in closer to read it over Nudge’s shoulder.
PAtunnelratt: Awww yeahhh. FLOCK 4EVER!! I knew if anybody could survive it was U guys.
FangMod: Where are you?
PAtunnelratt: West Penn. In the mountains. Ppl thought Dad was nutz to buy underground silo. Sometimes impulse buys work out I guess. Ha-ha.
“Ask him about Erasers,” I said.
“And Cryenas!” Gazzy added.
“Oh my God, now it’s frozen,” Nudge groaned. “This always happens.”
“Sorry!” Fang said dryly. “Next time I miraculously find a working computer in the middle of freaking nowhere, I’ll try to make it speedier.”