Staring at the dozen or so pregnant women on the ground, their abdomens ripped open, their organs missing. As the bodies began to stir, Flora Bloom and the others moved quickly, burying an axe in each of their heads.
Flora Bloom looked at the zombies on the ground, a grim sweat beading on her forehead. 'We'll have to be more careful around pregnant women from now on,' she thought. 'One wrong move, and a zombie infant will burst out to attack. Kill the baby, and the mother's body becomes a zombie too.'
Mark Sterling and another survivor who had come out with him approached Flora Bloom's group. The two men walked over to the pile of dead pregnant women and soon identified their wives.
Their babies had become zombie infants, their wives had turned into zombies. Could anyone's fate be more tragic than theirs at this moment?
"Thank you," one of them said.
With that, Flora Bloom turned to the metal door that required a keycard to open.
"Flora, are we going to open that door?"
