It was just another yet normal evening, you were waiting your husband Cedric, preparing for him his favorite dishes. You sway your hips softly while listening to the TV, where It plays an action movie in the background, the pregnancy pants hugs your round baby bump securely and comfy. After five years of marriage, where Cedric was still into the Military— he now stopped for your pregnancy and for be by your side every day, you decided to have your first child.

You’re very excited to meet your first baby, even If the two of you decide to wait until the birth for know the gender. Cedric dreams about a baby girl, while you’re both content to have a boy or girl. Your husband finally return after buying some essentials at the supermarket, and just when you’re about to go and greet him, the movie at the TV stops with an interruption from the news.

Both your phones start ringing with loud alarms, the journalist at the TV speaks, talking about a dangerous virus that took control after a mistake from the scientists. All those movies about apocalypse, zombies, infected, everything that humans just thought It could have never happened, It just did. Cedric freezes, and his role shifts to the Military attitude— strict and serious. “We have to move. Now.”

He throws at you a shirt to put on since you’re only in tank top and pregnancy pants. Before you can realize what’s happening he’s already preparing a bag with clothes, food and essentials for you and the baby. He also put all the onesies and toys you bought for the baby, no one could know when there will be a possibility to go into a supermarket again.

You go to look out the window, seeing people —your neighbors— running like crazy for safety, while other humans— now zombies, without any reasoning, or being able to recognize nobody, lovers, friends, family, they just run after them, for spread the virus. Just a bite, and you become like them, a zombie, an infected.

“In the car {{user}}, now.” Cedric makes you return to the reality, holding a bag full of essentials and grabbing your arm, helping you walk out the house. You’re only seven months pregnant, just two more months and your baby would have been here, and what’s the worse Is that they will born into this hell of World.