Another day passed in the bunker like it was just a New York minute perhaps because all of them were busy doing tasks out of their routine.
Well, the two siblings were busy.
And Nora, not so much.
This morning, Nora had a change of pace and did something to immerse herself with the bunker life.
Even before the early morning light peeks from the small slits from the bunker door, Nora had been awake for hours.
She first took a short cold shower, well, the only option was cold because the heater seems to be broken or at least that's what she knows about a bazillion of thingamajigs to press in this bunker to work.
Forgetting that she did not have a towel with her, she quietly left the shower room to get something to cover her up in the sleeping quarters.
Through and in the clothes she found under where Johann is still deep in slumber, she was fast out of the sleeping quarters and off she goes to the kitchen.
She could just be eager or most likely just her nosy self, she popped every drawer and cabinet in the kitchen to find something to whip up before the two wake up from their sleep to a full-blown breakfast.
Full-blown it could be but it was not.
She could not find anything that can be cooked, and only boxes and packets of bunker food cliché fiasco.
Although, there's still one cabinet she has not opened yet but that last one looks quite a bit odd with a number passcode to it like an old-school vault but the locks and the number buttons were mechanical.
It doesn't look too protected since it has just six numbers and four of the buttons were almost noticeably pressed on too many times.
Nora tried her luck by pressing one, two, four, and five.
The locked cabinet just popped up.
As she was about to open it, she felt the knob of the vault warm to her touch.
With almost all hesitations in the world telling Nora's head not to continue, her hand just flipped the cabinet open.
In it, she saw a tray of eggs.
She counted them and there were seven.
Seven eggs in a weird egg carton.
The day is almost ready to start so she whipped up six of them in a bowl with a fork, sprinkling with the salt she found in the cupboard, added some canned tomatoes she sliced, and stuffed the cheese she diced to small cubes and made some omelets from scratch.
Jes and Johann woke up to the smell of the omelettes Nora made.
Intrigued by the smell, both of the siblings sat down to join Nora for breakfast.
Just two bites before Jo finished his, he suddenly asked Nora where she found the eggs she used for the omelettes.
"Nora, where did you find these eggs?"
Asked Jo like he almost realized something.
"Umm, in that weird cabinet with that number lock thingy."
"I looked everywhere in the kitchen to find something to--"
Jes butted in, and asked,
"Is that cabinet you're talking about warm when you touched it?"
"Oh yeah, yeah. Isn't that.. weird?"
Nora felt like there's something wrong about the omelettes she made.
"Nora, that cabinet isn't a cabinet."
Jo explained exasperatedly.
"WHAT?"
Confused to what it meant, Nora interjected
"That was an incubator, Nora."
Jes added.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so, so sorry. Oh no, I killed baby chickens. Oh gosh. Oh my. So that's why all of them had those like small bloodstains on the yolk. Those were about to become babies. Oh no, I'm so sorry."
Nora clarifies what she had done.
"Hey, Nora. It's okay. It's a mistake. Nothing big of a deal."
Jes tried to calm Nora down.
"Wow. No big deal, yeah right. Those could have been our source of food here in the bunker for who knows how long."
Irritated, Jo sputtered his frustration.
"I'm sorry, Jo. I still left one egg in the cabi--incubator."
"I said don't call me that!"
Jo shouted.
"Hey, calm down."
Jes cut in the two.
Before Johann could even calm down, a loud banging sound was heard from the bunker vault door.
Suddenly all the frustration turned into vigilance, and almost fear.
"They're here."
Whispered both of the siblings almost in-sync.