[ WP ] : Children are named by the traits they are fated to have - Brave , Serene , Deeply Caring , Unmoved - and of course your lovely daughter , Bites People .

Our daughter was a bundle of joy, the light of our lives. We lived in a nice part of town, with playgrounds, parks, and play-dates galore. Then she turned five, and the seers delivered her name. 
 
 Bites People. 
 
 The universe is cruel. 
 
 We had a hard time getting any decent school to accept her once named. 
 
 We thought we'd chosen a nice neighborhood to live in, but it turned out to be a cul-de-sac of pessimistic determinists. No one wanted their child to be placed in harms way and everyone took her name quite literally. We wanted a better life for her than being a social pariah. 
 
 We looked up and down the coast. My commute would bite, but she'd have a good life. No luck. No community wanted a pack of strangers bringing trouble. 
 
 I looked for jobs out of state. I got a few interviews, but no bites. Economy. 
 
 We started lowering our standards. After all, it's not what your friends do for a living or how much money they make, but that you have somebody there for you. 
 
 Eventually, we found a district that'd take us. Our new landlord was n't interested in the content of our names, merely the content of our wallets. The school system there took everyone regardless of fate. 
 
 Turns out, we should've home-schooled. 
 
 It was a few months into the school year, and our daughter was living up to her name very poorly. We were ecstatic at the lack of mastication. With a tooth-mark free record, we could get her into a better school soon, arguing her name was metaphorical. 
 
 It was n't in our cards. 
 
 Some local boy, Ineptitude, tried to bomb the school. Systemic bullying and disregard. He succeeded in setting the place ablaze. The building predated any sensible fire code. No survivors. 
 
 He stole our daughter from us that day. 
 
 The world had failed her. I had failed her. We bargained with the universe - take from us anything, burden us with anything - just give her back to us. 
 
 The universe is cruel. 
 
 The universe gave her back. 
 
 From what we heard of the event, a fireman found something not quite dead in the debris. He checked for vitals and was rewarded with scratches and bites. He transferred his discovery to EMTs and sought attention for himself. It did n't take long for most of the emergency personnel to become not quite dead as well. 
 
 We begged the universe for our daughter back, and it gave us patient zero of the zombie apocalypse. 
 
 Fuck.
