Wasteland

Time is ticking

Zombie fact
When bitten by a suspected zombie there is no other ways of medical treatment to prevent the transformation. It is likely that a bitten person would become a zombie.
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The cab stopped  in front of the street, where it remain as silent as before, that I actually doubted if we were in the past. A lady whistling to herself silently, strolled down the road, pushing her pram silently,  her baby continued crying. For a flick of a second the sky dulled, the mother seemed to have disappeared, yet the pram stood peacefully, white stained with striking red.
We stepped into the gate of the house. Nathan confidently reached out and pressed the door bell.

"What do we say to him?"

Before Nathan could  open his mouth the door opened and I looked into the green eyes.  There he was, alive and breathing.For a wild moment I hoped he would recognise us.

"May I help you?"

"Uhh", Nathan shifted his eyes at me.

I said the first thing that stricken my head.

" We heard about the excellent baking services here , so uh, we thought you could help us , fix a few.."

" Cupcakes!" Nathan said, a little too fast.

"Cupcakes , yes", I nodded.

Celeb's face consorted into something that I could not describe. Something like surprise and confusion.

" Uhh...I guess you have come to the wrong house, cause we don't provide baking services, sorry".

He began to close the door.

" Please, we know you're cakes are amazing, you really need to help us Caleb".

Shit. I used his name.

"Wait! How do you know my name and how he hell do you know I bake? According to my usually intelligent memory  I have never told anyone that I bake" he lifted an eyebrow.

" Your father told us", Nathan said.

" Jesus Christ, I knew it when I saw the lab coats".

God bless our intuition.
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When we sat on the sofa, the fabric welcomed us back, warmly. Yet the heart thudding memories dried my throats and squeezed my stomach. We could  end up in the past if we don't change the present , and time seemed to be ticking away at its leisure.

Caleb came and seated himself opposite to us. His eyes seemed to study us, wondering whether I trust us or not. When he gave hesitated an extra second glance at Nathan, Nathan flinched beside me. He seemed more uncomfortable than usual.

" What is it this time?", Caleb asked. He sounded a lot more angrier this time.

" The files I guess. The files that he wouldn't  entrust his own son with?"

"Caleb -"

"I know it's not the cakes. Many of you come
every day from Headquarters", he spat with distaste.

"We need to get a look of your fathers lab", Nathan said.

I looked at him through the corner of my eye. What the hell was he planning to do?

" You can't just walk in and say that! Tell me
what you want I'll go get it for you".

"It's confidential, I'm sorry. We need all your cooperation to carry out your fathers command". Nathan sounded so official for a second.