The miracle was no taller than a midget, with blond hair, brown skin and blue eyes. Or were they black? Can’t really remember… but it didn’t look like nothing I had ever seen. Like for real. Cody was so excited about it that he sounded high. As usual.

‘That’s him! HIM! The zombie baby! Ohhhh, finally!’

He started running after the little one, and the baby or so-called baby never ever casted a look behind him. But he started running too for sure. And in five seconds the miracle was gone. Disappeared! AGAIN.

‘Now I really need an icecream’ I said. ‘Why would you run after him like a freakin’ idiot? Dude, you totally scared the heck out of him!’

Cody wouldn’t bother to answer. He did not even react. He was actually still staring at where the baby vanished, as if some badass magician would make him get out of his hat in front of us.

‘I said, why would you do that?!’

‘He did not look like no zombie’ muttered Cody. ‘He is just a freakin’ baby. And so crazy-motherfuckka-cute.’

He turned towards me.

‘We need to rescue him, Jack. And the rest of the kiddos, too.’

‘Wait, ain’t him supposed to be older than three now? I mean, it’s not like it’s been twelve years since they disappeared…’

We froze for a while. The baby of the pictures would have to be older than us by now. Way older than the little one we just saw. The miracle was a fake one. Damn.