Chapters (109)
- Cover
- Welcome
- Dedication
- To the Reader
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Book One
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
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- 7
- 8
- 9
- 10
- 11
- 12
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- Book Two
- 40
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- 47
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- 51
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- 53
- 54
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- Book Three
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- Epilogue
- One
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- Three
- About the Author
- Books by James Pattersonfor Young Adult Readers
What happened? didn’t begin to cover it. It seemed like everything had happened, and more.
“Hey, we should check the blog,” Fang said suddenly. “I haven’t updated it since we took off in Pierpont’s jet, but it had a ton of followers…”
Nudge’s fingers were already flying across the touch screen as she nodded. “And maybe some of them are still checking in.”
12
AFTER FANG’S LAST post, there were a bunch of comments congratulating us on stopping the Doomsday cult, entries worrying about Angel because she had been missing, and a few standard Max-is-my-idol rants (no biggie). Then we got to the good stuff—the Fang-girls.
I started reading those comments aloud, of course. “ ‘Come to Cali, the water’s warm! Love, TeeniBikeeni.’ ” I wiggled my eyebrows at Fang. “Babette99 says she’ll give you a tour of Rome if you want to experience love, Italian style. Ciao, Babette!”
Fang blushed a deep red. “Okay, we get it, Max. Ha-ha.”
“And look! Brklynb8b likes vampires—guess your name gave it away, Snaggletooth. Are those the kind of comments you always got? No wonder you used to spend so much time on this thing,” I cackled.
“All of these are from January eighth,” Gazzy said. “That would’ve been it—wouldn’t it?—the day before…”
The laugh died in my throat as we all stared at the glass screen, realizing these might be some of the last words written in the history of the world.
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.