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It Wants My Baby – Chapter Seven

I was a fool to think this would end any other way.

I made it an hour before I was spotted. They descended. It felt like the whole world was under her spell, and there she was, striding out from the horde towards me, as they grabbed at me, pulling me to the ground. She wore a sinister smile, and I knew it was all over.

“We let you run.” She smirked, her eyes descending and all seeking to enjoy my fear. “Your hope was good for my baby.” She knelt beside me, laughing as I struggled and placed our hands on my stomach, sending blinding pain through my whole body. “Finally cooked.”

They surrounded me. So many eyes. So many teeth. The pain began to fade in and out as the world blurred and all I could hear was the constant snapping of their jaws.

When I woke up, blood stained the streets. I wasn’t sure what was mine and what belonged to my…

The baby was gone. The people were gone. I saw a few in the distance, shuffling around, like nothing had happened.

I can’t go on. I’m just laying in the street. The whole world seems to carry on, as if nothing happened. They’re sick. They’re all sick.

There is this loss within me. This hole where my heart used to be. It’s still beating, and the blood is still pumping, but I may as well be dead.

I have never felt so alone.

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It Wants My Baby – Chapter Six

I have escaped! I’m somewhere in the grounds of the hospital (can’t say where…) and trying to figure out where to go next.

Nowhere feels safe. The baby is kicking the hell out of me. I just feel like crying but I don’t have the time. I’ve stopped for a second just to catch my breath and gather my thoughts.

Everyone I see is dead behind the eyes.

I managed to get out by fighting. It was like nothing I’ve ever done before. They were taking me down to the theatre and I’d been struggling with the straps for hours, finally being able to fray one until it snapped. Quick as a flash, I managed to undo the other one and I just began kicking and hitting everything I saw.

They all had eyes like Lily, drooping down their faces, blinking and glaring, but I just hit out at everything, ignoring the pain and just praying for my baby. I barely made it out, scrapping and running, until I finally saw the outside.

I don’t know what I’ll do next. Nowhere is safe.