How the World Ends

"Mommy, how did the world end?" Carson asks inevitably.
I sigh, remembering when the outbreak first happened. The disaster had yet to hit other parts of the USA. When Carson was almost three months old, we had found ourselves in a city that was safe from zombies. From there, we received news on what was happening and how it happened.
"Once upon a time. . ."
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My life is like one big screwed up version of Teen Mom. Three weeks after I gave birth to Carson, the zombie apocalypse started. If I could have born him into another life or time, there isn't a moment of hesitation when I say I would.
I only want to get Carson to a safer place. If that means going through hordes of zombies, accepting a ride from strangers, taking him to a camp I've never been to, or walking through the gates of hell, then I will. And if I happen to find Car's father along the way, then I will be the happiest girl on earth.
Or, really, what's left of it.