you where only a few months old. Whoever your mother was left you in a cheap stroller to starve, dehydrate, rot, or any other death that could fall upon a poor baby left alone in the apocalypse.

After two days of nonstop crying suddenly a figure comes into view. A zombie. Though you don’t quite understand what that is yet. He smells rotten in a sickly sweet way, he’s about to snarl and consume you until his eyes light up in some kind of strange recognition.

“…a…a child…”