"Don't worry, they'll give up." Jamie reassured Kat as she nervously twinged at the sound of the gnarling and gnashing at the doors at the front entrance. Even on the second floor, she could hear them. "They do this every night. My guess is because of these." Jaime led Kat to the nursery. The others were given clothes and food and time to recoup, but Jaime needed Kat for something more important. "You see, when the crap hit the fan, all these babies were kept alive by their parents for as long as they could hold off the hordes. One by one, they became ill too, but they closed up the nursery as best as they could with furniture and equipment. We just happened to make our way here when everything went down, somehow we were immune, but their parents weren't." There were at least a dozen babies in the nursery. Men from Jaime's group attended to them. "We make supply runs every few days, but when they get sick, it's tough." Jaime lifted an obviously sick child to Kat. Kat placed her hands on the baby and almost instantly the baby's color returned to normal, the crying was replaced by soft cooing, the baby snuggled into her arms. "Oh my God, that's."
"Pretty cool." Kat finished.
They managed to settle in fairly comfortably with their new friends. The apocalypse took away all the negative labels and enclaves that were so common in the world before the zombies invaded every sensation that they were allowed to feel and think. When the layers were peeled away and they were all forced to survive, they were basically all the same.
Kirsten was on the verge of death and the leader of the gang group feared she would turn, but even he didn’t have the heart to throw her to the undead. Instead, she was allowed to spend time with Sam (who now prayed fervently for her recovery) and had a bodyguard of sorts watching over her in case the inevitable happened. Kat tried and tried to "fix" her, but her powers were not effective in this particular case.
One evening, when Kirsten was nearing death, she wanted to see the babies in the nursery. Of course, they would never allow her near them for fear of spreading the infection that she was most certainly dying from, so she snuck out when her bodyguard and Sam were soundly asleep. Oh how she loved babies.
Before she could be found, she was holding the tiny hand of the smallest baby. Sam found her there, asleep, but feared that death had come. Sam tried to rouse her and noticed a change in her color. Gone was the greyish hue that she had come to expect from near death, instead, Kirsten was pink and vibrant. Sam shook her awake with excitement.
"Sammy, I feel better!" Kirsten proclaimed. The babies had an immunity and healing powers of their own. In all the chaos and death they had experienced, God had given them a gift.
They would have been content to stay with their new friends and the babies in the hospital, and probably could have lasted for years there, but Sam, Kat and their mom knew they could never stop looking for James and Olivia was determined to find her mother. Stories about how the virus began had already circulated among the group they had found. They had heard from another group, who heard from another group, but it all resonated with Olivia. Her superpowers had somehow caused the outbreak. And while some were completely immune, others obtained powers and others were somewhere in between. The apparent leader of the undead had worked in the lab where Olivia had received her healing treatment. He had been searching for her to make a chemical weapon, but rumor had it that he had found Sam and Kat's brother instead who had the most unusual power of all of them, he had mind control, but had very little hesitation over it, given his age. The leader of the undead hid baby James away, in search of Olivia and hoped that the leverage of finding her would unleash his control of the rest of the world.
SAM’S LAST DIGITAL DIARY ENTRY
Everyone except for mom and me would have been satisfied in the safety of our commune in the heart of the city. We heard the howling on a nightly basis, but our stronghold was enough to thwart any attempts by the hordes that remained in the city. Every chance we had was spent gathering more supplies, especially firepower. Mom and I had one matter of unfinished business, finding my baby brother James. Our “friends” were certain that there were no more boats in the marina, they would have been gone long ago. Olivia held on to the hope that her mother was still out there somewhere, safe and uninfected. Mom still believed that James had been taken to the safety of the boats and had hopefully made it to Puerto Rico by now. Mom didn’t want to force the others to join on an expedition away from our new home, but I had other plans. How could mom be mad if she didn’t know I was leaving…
The End
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