Clarke heard his words, but the meaning behind them took a moment to grasp.

The others all questioned it as well, asking if they heard the same thing. Which had to be wrong.. right?

None of this was helping any at all, so she stood up and yelled out to get everyone's attention.

"HEY! Calm down! Asking each other isn't going to do anything, we all know the same thing here. Which is nothing. Now if we can stay calm and quiet maybe we should talk more to this Citizen Z guy."

They heard a throat clearing over the connection from the guy that had floored them with his news. "That sounds like a good idea to me, I'm pretty confused myself. I hacked into the files you have from where you're transmitting from and the things I'm reading I don't understand."

"How about we trade information? We'll answer what you want to know if you tell us what is going on?"

"I can try Miss Griffin. Is what you're saying true? The Ark Station that you came from left Earth about one hundred years ago?"

"Yes, but we are just the Ark now. One of our stations we lost to a major conflict and the other twelve stations joined together to make one, calling it just the Ark."

"Wow. Well, that does add up with what I'm reading in your files, but a few things are still not unless I'm crazy. Ok, Miss Griffin and company let me give you a small history lesson. In 2010 here on Earth a virus started, we are unsure how but it caused the dead to become, um, undead. Zombies. It spread fast, there was no cure, there was nothing anyone could do. In 2011, it was settled that four hundred people from thirteen different Nations would leave Earth and go live in space while nuclear bombs got dropped all over the planet. It was the belief that the nukes would kill the virus. Following so far?"

Clarke murmured a yes and a few others did as well, all of them unmoving while paying rapid attention.

"Excellent. So four hundred went up into space, knowing it would be a very long time before the radiation levels would be safe enough for them to return. When they did come back home they all had the skills and knowledge to rebuild each nation, knowledge that they should have passed down. Unfortunately, the nukes never got detonated, for reasons unknown. All around the world we also set up ungrounded bunkers to try and save people. Sadly most of them are still sitting unused. In 2012, the virus had reached ninety percent of the world and it was estimated that roughly sixty percent of the population was gone. By 2013, there was only about twenty percent of us left. 2014 was the last calendar year for Earth, it was the year Earth fell. It was also the last time we spoke to anyone on the Ark. We had less than ten percent of humans left. Ten percent was the number scientists believed would be too low to ever get back to where we were even if a cure was found. Since then we count our years as AZ, After Zombies. The current year is 03 AZ, or if it helps, 2017."

It just wasn't real, it couldn't be. He was playing a trick on them.

From next to her Monty addressed the guy who had to be lying. "Sir, I'm Monty Green. Are you saying that the current year is 2017? As in right this minute?"

"Yes Sir, that is what I'm saying. What year was it for you when you left the Ark?"

"This is going to sound totally insane but it was 2108 for us." Monty shakily replied.

"Not so insane for me. It's as I thought. What do you guys know about time travel?"

None of them could even think of a reply other than "huh?"

"I'm pretty sure that's what happened. I can't tell you how, I was never good at any science or physics classes but all signs and proof point to time travel. Proof is in the files you have, the dates on them. The dates of your births, the dates that the ship you're on was last checked, the date it was last fueled. Now all of this could also be a very, very huge prank by whoever you are, but I'm willing to bet all of the bullets I have left that it's not. It's too crazy not to be real."

"Fuck that. Time travel? There's no way!" Bellamy cursed behind Clarke, his tone very angry and disbelieving.

"You don't have to believe me. I'm just saying that based on the facts between the information I gathered from you and the information I have, that's the only conclusion I can come up with that fits. Why have you come back now? How many are you?"

The Ark didn't have many books, but the ones they did have Clarke had liked to read as often as she could. She tried to think back on what she had read about time travel. "So like a black hole? A wormhole? Either one just sounds perfect. We jumped time somehow and got landed with dead people that want to bite us and make us their undead best friends! Or bite us to devour us until there's nothing left!" She was shouting by the end, becoming hysterical.

Monty forced her back into her seat from her standing position and rubbed her back trying to soothe her. "I'm sorry about Clarke, I'm sure she didn't mean to yell at you. She's just freaking out after being bitten and hearing about time traveling on top of that, well I'm sure you understand. We came back because the Ark was dying, running out of air. Our trip was a trial run of sorts, to see if it was safe. They didn't give us a choice, they just picked us and forced us to come. When we landed we went outside, we didn't know about the zombies. No one on the Ark ever told us. One hundred of us came down, only thirteen of us are left."

Citizen Z thought nothing these kids said to him was going to shock him more than them coming from space, from the future. Then they mentioned that Clarke was bitten. They had been talking for much, much longer than it took for a person to turn. How was she alive? Did they find another Murphy, one with a natural cure inside her?

"Did you just say someone had been bitten? And hasn't turned?" He stood up so quickly that the chair shot out behind him across the room.

"Yes. Clarke was bitten and hasn't turned. We waited for it, but it never happened. It was almost two hours ago by now. Give or take a bit."

Citizen Z did a little dance, excited for what this could mean. He had to get in contact with the members of Operation Bite-mark and update them, get them all together somehow. His fingers flew over his keyboard as he tried to figure out where they could meet up. There! Operation Bite-mark would have to backtrack some depending on how far they had moved from their last known location but there was a place close to Clarke and her group that would be perfectly safe for them to meet. "Before now there has only been reports of this happening one other time and he was injected with an experimental vaccine that was in its final testing phase. No one has naturally survived, no one."

He felt bad for dropping that bit of information and only felt worse as he heard someone crying, Clarke most likely.

"Listen the other person that was bitten and lived is with a group on its way to a research center in California to work on a cure. Would you think about going with them to figure out a cure? They aren't that far from you if I can get in contact with them could I give them a location near you that you all could meet up at? The location is secure and has plenty of food and other supplies."

One of the males told them they all had to talk first and too fast for him to reply, the connection was dropped. He had nothing to do, but wait for their answer now.

Time travel? It seemed so unreal, not something that could have actually happened. What if it was real? The guy did sound honestly surprised and confused, maybe it really happened? Somehow, someway, they had actually come back in time. While it would have been interesting to know how, did it really matter? It wasn't like they had a reason to find out, they couldn't go back. Soon there wouldn't be anything or anyone to go back to.

Bellamy listened to what the guy offered before telling him they had to talk about it alone. The protectiveness he had first only felt towards his sister had now spread to Clarke and the rest of them. He felt as the oldest male that it was up to him to take care of them. Bellamy didn't know a damn thing about time travel but what he had seen in the few movies the Ark had, he had figured out that whatever caused them to come back would not happen again. The Ark would not be following them, it would take a miracle and this zombie filled Earth didn't seem to have those anymore. No, the remaining thirteen of them were on their own now, they had to take control of their own lives because no one was going to save them. They would have to save themselves.

In his darkest deepest thoughts, Bellamy was happy that no one else from the Ark would come. It meant that what he had done to follow his sister would never be known unless he told someone. His sister would never know he had become a killer.

He glanced at the others and took in their confused, scared, helpless looks. Lastly, his eyes landed on Clarke. Bellamy was smarter than he looked, he knew if Clarke went to go help with a cure it would mean that she was tested on day and night. Adding in the fact that she was somehow from the future, no doubt they would run more tests on her. For something she didn't even do. Did he want that to happen to her? Even not knowing her, no, he didn't.

"I know what we just heard is a lot to take in and something we need to talk about and make plans for. But the biggest issue is Clarke and this cure, "

Monty interrupted him with a glare, "I'm not just going to send her off to some strangers for her to be experimented on! She's one of us Blake! I don't care what you say, she's not going! We can't do that!"

Bellamy gave him an unimpressed look until the boy stopped his rant.

"If you would have let me finish you would know that I agree with you. We are the only people alive from the Ark, with this time travel bullshit there is no way they would be able to follow us. We are by ourselves now, but still together. We need to stay together and work together to keep all of us alive. Not all of us know each other but most of us at least know of the rest of us, that's something we can trust. We can't just go around trusting strangers, not here! Outside there are zombies to worry about, why split up and have to worry about other humans as well? No, I say we stick together!"

The look Clarke was giving him made him feel ten feet tall and more importantly, his sister was looking at him in happiness and with her old hero worshiping that she used to have. He knew then that he had made the right choice and would stick with it. These people were now his to protect. He would take care of them as best as he could until his last breath.

Everyone else was also smiling and nodding to his words and he let out a sigh of relief that they all agreed.

"We can't stay in here much longer without food, water and weapons. We need to get to the place Jaha told us about, get in those supplies." He cast a worried look at the ship doors and to what was on the other side of them. How would they get past the zombies?

As if she knew where his mind was, Clarke gave him a solution. "With all of the zombies out there and only one gun most of us won't make it." She paused and took a shaky breath. "But I can. After they.. after they bit me they ignored me. I'm sure I can get out of here and get to the place where the supplies are safely. All I would have to do is bring back enough weapons for the rest of you and then we can all go and be protected."

Part of him wanted to protest on her going along. Maybe it was the fact that she was a girl, maybe it was the fact that she had already been hurt. Whatever it was some of him wanted to shout no. The rest of him was actually thinking, and knew it to be a smart choice.

Clarke was scared and silently hitting herself in the head. Why did she suggest that? What the fuck was wrong with her?

It was too late to take it back, she had said it and while scared, she knew she would follow through with the plan. It was the right thing to do and they had just finished saying they didn't plan on turning her over to strangers. She felt like she owed them. Not enough to do anything too crazy, but enough to want to help them get to a more secure place with supplies.

She and Bellamy walked over to grab the map that was on the ship and he walked her to the door. At the door he stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm.

"I'm sorry you have to do this. I'm sorry you even got bit. I wish I could take your place."

Clarke offered him the best smile she could, hoping it didn't come out like the grimace she felt like it was. "It's ok Bellamy, I can do this. I'll see you soon."

He pushed the level for the doors down just a bit, enough for her to slide out and jump to the ground. "See you soon."

Clarke jumped down and heard the door slam shut behind her. Around her she could see a dozen or so zombies still hanging around but other than them looking up at the noise, they ignored her. So far so good.

The map she had was open and she was looking at it and then looking off in the distance. She did it a few more times before cursing and banging on the door.

"Bellamy we have a problem, they dropped us on the wrong fucking mountain. It's going to take a few hours to get there!"

She could hear the others discussing it saying she shouldn't go and before they could say anything she made up her mind. The distance didn't matter.

"I'm going anyway. It might be a half a day before you guys have any food or water so try to rest or something. Be back soon."

Without looking back, she left, intending on being as fast as she could in bring back weapons and however much food and water she could for them.