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“Would you like some cappuccino, soldier?”
I turned around to find the professor we rescued holding two steaming cups in hand.
“Where did you get this?” I asked.
“Unlike the other parts of the city, this café appears to have survived relatively intact,” explained the professor. “They appear to have eaten much of the food, but the coffee, milk, and other drinks were relatively untouched. Given their instinctive behavior, I’m not surprised.”
The professor sat down at a nearby chair. I took a cup and had a sip. It was frothy.
“It has milk.” I observed, rather stupidly on hindsight.
The professor smiled gently. “It’s supposed to. It’s cappuccino.”
I had to chuckle. “Sorry ‘bout that. I’ve kind’ a gotten used to the trash we had at the base. Fancy coffee like this, it’s practically… alien.”
Like them, I didn’t add.
“Some would say that our appreciation for ‘fancy coffee’ shows we’re still human.”
My watch blinked silently. I stood up.
“60 minutes ‘till lights-out. I need to gather the other survivors so we can prepare the barricades to keep the creatures out.”
The professor also stood. “Let me do that corporal. You stay here and enjoy your cup.”
I watched him go inside the café calmly. Then I faced the north road where tomorrow’s rescue transport should arrive from, assuming we survive the night. The creatures haven’t attacked in two nights, but that doesn’t mean they’ve lost our trail. If we’re lucky, we should be on our way to the fortified survivor’s camp tomorrow.
I had 59 minutes ‘till lights-out and fancy coffee in my hands. One way or another, this will be our last night in this city.
I took another sip. If we make it, I’ll make sure to have another cup with the professor.
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