……Zombie Apocalypse….my FICTIONAL story about how the Prasils would handle a Zombie Virus. To start from the beginning of this pretend tale, click on “ZA” in the categories tab at the right………
It seemed like hours before we arrived at our beach, even though I knew it had only been minutes. The air was cold and dry and my lips hurt from the wind. The tightening in my stomach wasn’t going away, and it started to get really uncomfortable. “Get the kids unloaded. Get them into the cabin,” was all I could focus on. I needed everyone inside, safe, quiet, and happy before I could even think about having a baby. I couldn’t get the terrifying boat scene out of my head. Would that be us at some point? Clawing at eat other, desperate for human flesh? No. We’d beat this. We’d wait it out. We’d be happy here, on the beach. There were deer to eat, fish to catch, berries and greens. We’d be fine.
Another contraction, this time making me stop in my tracks. Alice was asleep and I was in charge of carrying her up to the cabin. Danny had gone ahead and opened it up. I could tell from the look on his face that it wasn’t in perfect condition, but I knew it wouldn’t be. There would be work to do, no doubt, but we were lucky to have a place away from the sickness. I hoisted Alice up onto my hip, grabbed a few bags, and headed up the beach as quickly as I could. She woke up about 1/2 way and wanted down, thank God. The other kids ran ahead, excited about our camping trip.
Another contraction. 7 minutes after the last. I turned to tell Dan I was going to get the kids settled in when I felt a trickle of water run down my leg. It was maybe 2 seconds before it turned into a gush.
I burst into tears.
We were having a baby.