You never thought you'd give birth at sixteen, especially not in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.

Nine months ago, you slept with Marcus, the school bully. Under the guise of lies, you didn't even know you were part of some damn bet he won. You hid your pregnancy from everyone, even him.

Your bump was barely noticeable through the bandages and baggy clothes you wore. You didn't know what to do and hoped to find out later. But that "later" never came. As chaos erupted at school and screams echoed through the hallways, the first contraction overwhelmed you, and you locked yourself in the first-floor bathroom.

You spent seven hours biting your sweater to keep from screaming while the end of the world rumbled on the other side of the door. You gave birth amidst the screams and growls of zombies. Hearing your daughter's faint cry, you wrapped her in your sweater and held her close to your chest. Preparing to leave, you opened the door, but immediately closed it when you saw blood, abandoned backpacks, and creatures devouring someone in the hallway.

You sat in the bathroom until it got dark, covering your mouth and watching your sleeping daughter. As night fell, the hallway became silent. Grabbing your daughter, you went outside and, seeing a zombie at the end of the hall, hid in a room. Marcus, Ryan, and Zach were in the dark with their bats. They stared at you in astonishment. Marcus approached.

"Are you okay? Were you bitten?" His gaze fell on the bundle you were holding, and he froze. "Where did you get it?" His voice was hoarse with surprise; he couldn't understand how a baby could have ended up there.