The Phantom teens

The key

Mira's POV
After I met Meags and Marcel and they agreed to share their food, Marcel took all of us back to his hide out and he showed us around. We ended in the lounge where he had comfy leather couches and side chairs and a Smart Samsung television along with a small coffee table in the center of it all.
"So, what's your big plan on bringing an end to this nightmare?" Marcel asked while leaning over my shoulder as I'm checking through the pages that Blake handed to me, but they weren't the pages that we looked at before.
"Blake, what is this?" I asked in worried tones.
He snatched the pages out of my hands and looked at them with a confused expression, "I don't know. I was sure that I tore the right pages out of the book."
"First off, obviously you didn't," Meags started. "And secondly, how dare you tear pages out of a book? Heathen!"
"This doesn't make sense." Blake muttered under his breath.
"I knew it!" Boomed Gerhard from behind me. "You've never wanted us to end this, cause you're apart of it, arent you?"
"That's ridiculous." Blake said with his hands up.
"Ya, Gunman. I think that's taking it a bit too far." I said.
"I haven't known you guys for a long time, but I also feel that's a bit of a stretch, don't you think?" Marcel commented.
"No, it's not too much of a stretch." Gerhard declared.
"Well do you have any proof to back up your barbaric assumptions?" Blake proclaimed.
Gerhard looked to the floor, "No, I don't." he admitted in muffled tones.
"Great, now that that's over with, let's talk about what your plan was going to be." Meags said and waved her hand in indication for us to continue as she took a small bag of doritos and sat down on the couch opposite myself.
"Well," I started ,"Along the edge of the page that we were supposed to have with us, there were printings of ancient Egypcian Seigns and symbols and talk of an Egyptian magician slash goddess and her name was Schrodina, which is said to be Schrodinger's sister."
"Wait, Schrodinger and in Schrodinger's cat...the box that has a cat inside that could be iether dead or alive or both? The same Schrodinger?"Meags asked with a confused expression etched into her face.
I looked at her and nodded slowly as if I were nodding to a child in an attempt to make it understand.
"Have you heard of any other Schrodinger's lately?" I asked.
"I don't think so..." Meags replied with hesitation.
"Now exactly, stop interrupting. The only reason that the cat was iether alive or dead or both was because of Schrodina. She can turn anything living into some form of the living dead. If any of you had watched the news the day that the world had turned into an unmarked graveyard then you would have clearly noticed them talking about a jar filled with ashes. This jar also had foreign Egypcian symbols engraved on the outside of the jar that served as a warning label which should have just said 'DO NOT OPEN', but instead gave this whole riddle that made no sense. Further along on that news report you also would have gotten live footage of the car crash that had that same jar on board and it was because of this car crash that the world fell to pieces-"
"Can we get to the point, please?" Damian pleaded and rubbed his templates as indication that he was getting a headache.
"The jar!" I proclaimed.
"The jar?" Marcel asked in confusion.
"Yes." I answered.
"You're going to have to stop being so vague and start talking again." Meags ordered.
I rolled my eyes and sighed, "The jar is the key." I shouted in response.
Meags suddenly shot up out of her seat and scrunched up my shirt in her fists and pulled me close, "The key...to what...exactly?" She asked quietly.
"The key to ending this darn forsaken nightmare." Damian replied.
Meags let go of my shirt and gave Damian a small smile.
"Well then, why didn't you just say so? Let's get you that page." Meags said, "But I think that's a problem to sort out tomorrow, for now everyone get to sleep." She demanded once more.
"Yes, ma'am." Gerhard and Damian both said in unison.
I looked at them in unbelief.
"Get to bed!" I scolded them as they both walked to their designated bedrooms.
Blake sat there on the couch in silence as he looked at the floor with a blank expression with his dark brown hair hanging in his eyes. I sat across from him with my legs crossed as I leaned back with my hands behind my head. We both sat there in silence for a while as we watched the fire burn down to nothing but glowing coals and then he turned to me and sighed, but his facial expression remained unchanged.
"I'm sorry I took the wrong pages." He apologised.
"I honestly couldn't care less about what you are sorry about, because by this time tomorrow we will have a set plan-"
"-Which will most likely fail." He interrupted as he looked back at the burnt out coals.
"Why do you say that?" I asked in curiosity.
"Because you are ignorant and think that you are untouchable." He continued.
"Don't all teenagers think the same? That's the reason why we need adults. I'm appointing you to begin the planning of our mission to end the end of the world and begin the new era of life on earth. Think you can handle that?" I asked rhetorically.
"What does Gerhard and Damian think about this?"He asked.
"Let's just say that what they don't know won't kill them and surely will benefit me." I said in amusement.
"Then I shall get right to brainstorming, Captain."
I smiled and nodded to him as I too took myself off to my assigned bedroom for the night, cause who knows what the apocolyps will throw at us tomorrow.