[ WP ] In a world comprised entirely of undead , a couple gives birth to a living baby .

We travel in a pact most of the time. However there are times that we, the undead, reminisce. During those times we seperate from our pact of rotting corpses and trek back to our origin. 
 
 It's been a few months short of a year since I was last in Florida. Nothing really seems different. The lawns are over grown. The alligators seem more friendly. The undead shamble looking for fresh meat even though the last of the living perished within weeks of the outbreak. That's about it. Every thing else seems very much like the day I died. 
 
 She's even on our porch. Waiting for me. Emily. 
 
 If I had a beating heart I am not sure if it would break or if it would soar seeing her there. She seems just as beautiful in death as in life. Maybe a little thinner than I remember almost like she was being eaten from the inside, but the sun can really dry out a corpse. On her arm I can still see the deadly bite I inflicted on her. 
 
 We had such a happy future lined up once. We had the house, the dog, the jobs, the car. Now we do not even have the control of our own malicious appetites. Appetites that are growing more and more with nothing left to feed them. 
 
 Before I reach the first step I can sense something. Emily quickly shambles into the house. 
 
 By the time I manage to get up the stairs to the front door and into the living room she's vanished. But the dead have good hearing. She seems to have gone to what was once our bed room. 
 
 I take a moment to look around at our once happy home. It feels the same. On the walls are Zelda fan art she painted me over the years. On little shelves are the dragon figurines I bought every anniversary. On the mantle are picture frames choked and covered in dust. A picture of us on our first date at the lazer tag center, a picture of our wedding and us on our honey moon. A picture of the ultrasound. 
 
 If only I had a heart. 
 
 I groan audibly. A hungry nawing at my stomach breaking me from my stupor. Already the sun is starting to set low in the sky. I shamble to find my last existing link to my old life. 
 
 Our bedroom is at the back of the house. It takes me longer to get there than I thought it would. I notice there is a trail of fresh blood and juices on the carpet. 
 
 Fresh food. 
 
 Suddenly all thoughts of a life once lived are gone replaced by an insatiable hunger filled rage. 
 
 Emily is huddled on the bed bent double and groaning loudly facing away from the door. The dead have no shame when it comes to eating. I step closer. I can not see the body yet but I can hear it's heart beat now. A steady rhythmic 
 
 Thump 
 Thump 
 
 I lurch around the bed banging my body with the full force of my eagerness into the dresser that I never even registered. 
 
 Emily looks up from her lap at me. Looks at me with the eyes of a living human being. There are two sets of thumping now. Constant. steady. Blood pumping. 
 
 Thumpthump 
 Thumpthump 
 
 I look for the second source of life. 
 
 There in Emily's lap! A newborn baby. Fresh fresh blood! 
 
 Emily tries to shield the new born creature from me but the hunger is driving me and the undead are stronger than the living. 
 
 I grapple the newborn from it's mothers grip and look at my prize. My prize... 
 
 Suddenly I feel a ripping in my chest. A stabbing pain like the time a living drove a knife through my leg. I double over with a rage filled groan. A searing heat begins to wash through my body. Emily! This is what it feels like to meet a real death then. 
 
 I look at the creature still grappled in my arms. She looks so much like the man on the mantle. She has Emily's hair. My nose. My mother's eyes! 
 
 The pain is starting to fade. Little by little it becomes a dull ache. 
 
 I look up and see Emily with a shocked face sitting arms wrapped around her knees on the far side of the bed. Just staring at me. Waiting. 
 
 ThumpThumpThump 
 ThumpThumpThump 
 
... My daughter. 

