When I had finally calmed down enough from the panic attack that unraveled after my discovery, I found myself pacing back and forth in the small storage room as Callum asked me question after question. When he finally got to the one about where I had been for the last few hours I froze as I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to tell him about my team’s research or not. When I finally decided it was probably safe, as he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone because cell service was down, I sat down and gave everything to him straight.

"So you're telling me you time traveled?" Callum asked, after I did a lot of explaining and a lot of rewording, as he apparently did not have the same scientific vocabulary or knowledge as I did. I noted to myself to try not to use to many large words around him in the future.

"Yep." I said, nodding as I looked down into my lap. I could feel my anxiety rising as he stared at me in confusion. The introvert in me really wanted to leave right about now, but I stayed because whatever was outside this room was probably going to kill me alot more than socializing.

"So you have absolutely no idea what happened." He stated, raising an eyebrow. I nodded again but was frustrated with how long it was taking for him to understand. After a moment he let out a sigh of relief.

"Good, cause I was afraid I was the only one." He said leaning back against a shelf. It wobbled a bit when he placed his weight on it and I watched as he closed his eyes and counted to ten, as if frustrated by the uneven ground.

"You don't know what happened either?" I questioned, trying not to meet his eyes any more than possible. Thankfully he looked up at the ceiling instead of at me and shrugged before straightening and fiddling with his collar till it looked perfect.

"All I know is that today started normally." He began his story, as I settled against the shelf behind me. “I went out for a 15 minute jog this morning, from 10:00 to 10:15. Then at 10:30 I went on a drive to visit my aunt in a small town just north of here. I stayed with her for a couple hours, making sure her house was clean and she had meals for the rest of the week, before leaving at 4:00 to drive back home in time for dinner.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” I interrupted, as I looked at him in disbelief. “You spent five hours at your Aunt’s just cooking and cleaning?”

“Yes. Did you not hear me just say that?” He questions me, confused at my allegations.

“Well yah,” I voiced, avoiding his gaze. “I just don’t normally hear guys saying stuff like that. I mean I have no problem with it. It’s amazing that you would do stuff like that for your Aunt. Heck I wish guys would do that for me. Not that I want you to do that. I hardly know you. Except for the times when you brought back Reaper. I’m also rambling on and on, aren’t I? I should really stop talking now.”

When I had finished my long and embarrassing rant Callum cleared his throat and continued from where he had left off. I shifted uncomfortably, as I crossed my legs and hoped I wouldn’t have pins and needles when I stood.

“As I was saying,” He proceeded, as he gave me a quick glare. “Shortly before I was about to turn down the main road into town, my car started slowing down, till it came to a complete stop just outside of the front gates. Normally I would have just fixed my car then and there, but my phone started going off. I thought it might be an amber alert at first, before I realised this alarm sounded different, which set me off guard even more than my car had. When I pulled out my phone and saw the message I quickly ran to the front door of the building, as it seemed the safest place to take shelter at the time being.”

I scoffed at this, as running into a large building that I assumed looked relatively abandoned by now, was one of a definite ways to die. Granted, as I was also in the building, my chances of survival were just as good as his so I really couldn’t comment much as Callum looked at me skeptically.

“Is there something you would like to say?” He enquired, as he watched me squirm uncomfortably under his gaze.

“No.” I stated as I looked at the floor. “You can continue.”

“When I came inside,” He explained, shuttering at a memory. “I found it abandoned and in a complete state of disarray and uncleanliness. I soon got to work cleaning and preparing for any problems that might occur until shortly before you slammed the door to the stairwell. That was you that slammed the door right?”

“Yah, that was me.” I said, ashamed. “I’m sorry if I startled you and put you on edge.”

“I was already on edge.” Callum replied nonchalantly, as if he had already become used to the uneasy feeling.

“Oh. I guess that’s pretty normal right now isn’t it.” I commented. He shrugged.

“I wouldn’t know.” He said. “My senses aren’t exactly considered standard.”

“One thing though,” I remarked. “You haven’t actually seen any zombies yet have you?”

“No, have you?” He asked back. I shook my head. “So right now we’re just assuming there are zombies out there?”

“It’s a fair assumption.” I conveyed, as not assuming would most likely lead to my early demise, which I do not want in any way, nor did I think Callum did.

“So do we stick together now?” He questioned, as he stood and held out his hand to help pull me up.

“I guess we don’t have much of a choice.” I said grabbing it and hoisting myself off the cold floor.

“Well, I hope we survive.” Callum said, as I gulped at the prospect of what comes next.

“So do I.”