Attack of the Dead 2

Chapter 1

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" We all screamed at Cleta.

 It was Cleta's first birthday, and we did everything that we could. We were in a small little cottage with cream colored walls, white carpet, and white furniture. All that I could think about today was the day that Cleta was born.

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It was February 1st, and it had started like any other day, but it all changed when Jake came back. After Jake came back, Starr rushed me to the little white room, with the most uncomfortable bed ever, where I pushed a melon sized baby out of me in less than three hours. Unfortunately I had told Tate that he could be in the room when I gave birth, and Jake all but set Tate on fire to get him out of the room. When Cleta was born, I got to hold her for a few seconds before I was to tired to hold my arms up. Starr took Cleta away so that she could be weighed, and I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, there was a blinding white light, and I could hear a baby crying to my left. I looked over, and I saw this beautiful little girl in a pink basket wrapped up in a pink blanket, and she was throughing her fist up in the air, and she was just shouting at the top of her lungs. For a minute, I forgot that there were dead people trying to eat our brains. I forgot about everything except that that little girl was mine.

I tried to sit up, but I was still to weak to lift myself up. Starr walked in, and she noticed that I was awake. "I want to hold her," I told Starr.

"OK, let me get you into a good position first."

She helped get up into a sitting position, and she handed her to me. Cleta stopped crying as soon as she touched my arms. I just sat there for a while, holding her close, and promising her that nothing would ever happen to her. "Where's Jake?" I asked thinking that he should be here with me.

"Jake isn't moving around as well. A douple of zombies got into the hospital, and when Jake and Tate went to clear them out, Jake got shot. It was his own fault, somehow, he shot himself with his own gun, but it was a clean shot so it was easy to patch up. I'll go get him for you."

I watched as Starr left, and then I went back to loving my daughter. She had her father's green eyes, his black hair, and his skin tone. She had my laugh, my hair texture, my smile, and it even looked like she would have my attitude.

When Starr came back, she had to roll Jake in on a wheel chair. He motioned for her to stop, and then he just stared at us. He started to smile, and I could tell that I had made the right choice in having this baby. He made his way over to us, and Starr helped him onto the bed with us. He put his arm over my shoulder, and watched me hold our daughter. We looked like a normal family, but nothing was normal anymore.

We sat like that for thirty minutes before Cleta began to cry. "She's probably hungry. You can feed her if you want," Starr told me when I looked at her for help.

"Where's her bottle?"

"Since we don't have formula, you kinda have to breast feed her."

I had read about breastfeeding in the books, but I was scared to do it. I also thought about how they fed her before I woke up. I fed her like they told me to in the books, and when she was done, she fell asleep. I laid her down in her little bed out of a box, some Strawberry Shortcake blankets, and i pink pillow, and I rolled over and took a nap myself.

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We gave Cleta her presents, which included some books for me to read to her, a chewing ring, and a new doll, and we ate the "cake". The cake was no cake, but it was good. We had found some cookies in a broken freezer, and found out that they were good. We then melted chocolate over the crumbles Oreo, and it melted together. It was the first treat in a long time, and we were grateful for it.

After cleaning Cleta up, she had chocolate all over her, and I wished that I had a camera, A laid her down for bed in a little bedroom with white walls, a white bed, and a little dresser that was dark brown. It was dark outside, and Tate was on look out. I read The Little Engine That Could to her, and she was out before he made it up the hill. I laid down by my little angel, and I went to sleep myself.