Time Maze

Confusing Truths, Painful Realities

Luckily for Tyson and Marcus, the bunker was large enough to put enough distance between themselves and the explosion and its consequences. However, that didn't change the fact that they had no idea where the exit was.

"Dude, do you have any idea where we are going?" Marcus said, stopping suddenly.

"Not a clue, but since we haven't run into any other Nazis, I am guessing we are going the right way to avoid being killed by them," Tyson said, stopping as well.

"Talking about dying, what were you doing back there! Did you try to kill us? Do you have a death wish?" Tyson asked.

"Of course not. How was I supposed to know it was a bomb? It looked like an old-fashioned microphone," Marcus started defending himself.

"Why, in the name of all that is holy, would Adolf Hitler, the most infamous person in the world, have a microphone in his top-secret bunker?" Tyson yelled.

"I don't know! He secretly loves karaoke?" Marcus yelled.

It was clear that being at each others' throats wouldn't help anyone, so Tyson took a few deep breaths before saying something he would regret. Marcus might be quite single-minded and not always very bright, but they needed each other if they wanted to survive.

"Alright, alright, let's just calm down and find a way out of here. Once we are safe, we can talk about everything." Tyson said, trying to sound calm.

"Where is safe? The last time we left the past, we ended up being chased by that...that thing. How do we know it won't happen again?" Marcus asked.

"I don't think there is a safe place for us now. What I do know is that we can't stay here. There is nowhere to run, and I don't remember enough of history to know when this bunker will be leveled down," Tyson said.

"I thought you were a history wiz or something. How can you not know?" Marcus asked.

"I don't know, maybe it has something to do with having the worst hangover of my life and having to run down space and time to survive. It plays havoc with one's memory," Tyson said sarcastically.

"Okay, okay, chill," Marcus said as they continued walking.

Their pace was much slower since they had no idea where they were going. Tyson believed that perhaps if they weren't running, he could hear the portal if there was one, allowing them to escape without facing any more Nazis.

"By the way, did we just kill Hitler?" Marcus asked, his eyes sparkling in delight.

"What?" Tyson asked.

He was too focused on looking for any signs of the portal that he failed to register his friend's words.

"I mean, they were in there getting married, Hitler and his chick, and you threw the bomb inside. Doesn't that mean you killed them? Did you plan to do that?" Marcus asked, far more excited about the potential murder than most people would have been.

"No! Of course, I didn't kill anyone. Hitler committed suicide, and his new wife did the same. The only reason I threw the bomb in there is for the door to lessen the blow, and we don't get killed," Tyson explained.

"Are you sure you didn't off Hitler? That would be awesome!" Marcus said, jittery with excitement.

"Imagine telling our friends 'you're welcome, I am the one who killed Hitler,'" Marcus added.

"A murder isn't something to brag about, Marcus. Even if it's a murder of a bad guy. I don't think I..." Tyson started to say but suddenly stopped.

"What? What is it?" Marcus asked, noting the strange tone of his friend's voice.

"I just remembered that all the accounts of Hitler's death are not very reliable. There are many different interpretations of what went down in the bunker. Some say that he shot himself, others that he drank some poison with his wife," Tyson said.