Wasteland

The time machine

Zombie fact
When killing a zombie , especially with normal ammunition, make sure to check twice after firing at its head and heart. You never know what will lunge at you when you turn you back at it.
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The factory came into view after so much of effort. To balance with only one leg was more strenuous than I thought. My body shivered as I leant all my weight on Frost.

"Let's stop, please," I groaned as I collapsed.

He sat down and knelt on the wall, taking heavy breaths. The walls of the factory was burnt black. The roof had nearly collapsed and the stench of loneliness had a big effect in the room.

"Caleb. I didn't know-".

Nathan just shook his head.

My eyes burned when I thought about him. His messy hair and lopsided smile only remained a faded picture in my mind. He sacrificed his freakin baker butt to save ours.

" I could have stopped him. I would have pulled him with us, it's just- I am such an asshole", Nathan decided. His eyes started to become wet.

I pulled him into an embrace and whispered into his ear

" Nath, we can't waste time, I don't think he
would approve us mourning his death".
I felt guilty once I said that, like I already assumed him dead.

" Yea, he would whip us into cream with his freaking whisk" Nathan shuddered.

" By the way, when did you start calling me Nath?", he said, as the familiar smile crept on his face.

I shrugged and gave him a playful shove.

" Let's get going captain, we need to get a time machine before the world ends".
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"How does this work?".
Nathan's voice echoed inside Dr. Thorns abandoned office.
The dust swirled into wide curls in the air as files were pushed and papers were restored. I helplessly suggested him places to search, but time wasn't patient. The time machine ( hopefully it was the thing we were searching for) was a huge ring like structure with all sorts of leavers and buttons. Connected to it was a huge clock showing- 6:37. Firstly when I saw it, I felt I was literally acting in the movie "Back To The Future".
Nor was I able to believe there was actually something called a time machine in reality. It was just the scenario that made an imagination a reality.

" This piece of shit actually is going to take us back in time?",

He sighed wiping his dirty grime hands on his torn jeans.

BANG!

"What was that?"

I leant on his arm as I got up. My cut thigh had stopped bleeding and now it was tied with part of my shirt to prevent anyone from being sick. I didn't feel pain. Strange.

" Fuck, they're here"

he muttered as he threw me over his shoulder and started to feverishly slam the buttons on the side of the machine.

" The manual!" I reminded him.

" The Red button doesn't work!" he said clicking it so many times that I was afraid it would fall off.
Which was when I noticed something far behind.

" Nathan Frost! Stop being an irresponsible ass and plug the stupid thing!"

He looked up like a gazelle caught in company with a tiger.
He stumbled to the coil and plugged it in, and immediately there was a slight hum.
We collapsed in the middle of the huge metal ring that started to rotate with increasing speed. It was so fast that even the word, blur, wasn't the right way to describe it.

"Hold on Cady!"

Nathan hair swept to one side of his face. I could feel the centrifugal force pulling me away from him. My clothes began to tear, first the hem them the whole cloth. The heat burned into my skin carving imaginary cuts down my elbows that desperately clutched Nathan's neck. Great so this is how we die saving the world. Why do I have to picture our death every time we do something crazy like this?
Then every thing turned pitch black and voices whispered into my ear. There was laughter from the parks, there were angry shouts from the traffic jams and tinkling giggles from the restaurants where couples sat with their finger intertwined.
I snuggled my head into his neck. I was going to face something that I had left buried here
long back. This was the only thing I worried about.
Then it stopped. Just like that. We were in a room filtered with rays of gold. There in front of us, just leaving with Mr Thorn, a hand over his shoulder was my mother.