This was a story submitted for a flash fiction anthology, it was not selected, but I like it anyways, and perhaps will lengthen it and make a story out of it as this has never been breached in Zombie type movies before.
The baby let out a howling cry much to the relief of those surrounding the table. The mother had been practically cut in half to get at the baby. With no doctor handy, they did their best.
Cutting the umbilical cord was the first thing Mark did. He wanted no connection between mother and baby. The baby boy was pale, and had stopped crying, looking around the room.
Mark was walking in the woods with Rachel. They were survivors of the viral outbreak. They still weren’t sure what it was, just that it was bad. Some sort of vitamin cure all gone wrong. Certain people who took it lost their minds.
Science for a better tomorrow, trying to make people smarter. Instead, this pill made some people into raving cannibalistic monsters. They lost all sense of self and gave in to their primal instincts. They were driven by their Id, stripped of all inhibitions.
At first it was a small portion of the people that were infected. There was no need to worry. a week later, someone was bit and the mass infection began. The CDC, police, and military tried to quell the chaos, but failed.
Thousands were infected; there was nothing to be done. The military was taken out when the subjects they chose to study got loose and infected the brightest minds in the world, thus making them useless. Those that were killed rotted in rivers, lake, and oceans. Water supplies infected millions.
In other countries the same thing was happening. In a world where people believed popping a pill would make them smarter, skinnier, happier, or sexier the Ultra-Vitamin flew off the shelves.
A year later pockets of survivors were spread out across the world. They had learned the hard way to boil water, and eat pre-packaged food. They lived in small communities far from civilization.
Mark looked over at Rachel and her protruding belly. They had met and fallen in love immediately. Rachel got pregnant and they were as happy as they were scared for the blessing. Mark was always worrying. Rachel on the other hand had an unusually optimistic way of looking at things.
Mark, if I get infected, get the baby, then kill me…because it won’t be me anymore.
“This is the spot.”
Mark looked around and felt safe enough. They had planned a picnic. Far enough away for privacy, but close enough to be heard in an emergency.
Just as they were sitting down, one of the infected came out of the tree line. It was on Rachel in seconds. Mark pulled it off of her and shot it, but he was too late. Rachel was bitten.
“Mark, you know the plan…do it.”
Mark picked up Rachel and went back to camp.
As Mark held his son he felt nibbling on his finger.
“Oh he’s probably just hungry…I’ll warm up some milk”.
Mark looked into eyes a bit too intelligent and began to worry.