Arriving at the Collins' apartment, Evelyn Ford found there was hardly a place to stand.
The living room was messy and dirty, and a foul smell hit her. Evelyn adjusted her mask and followed Leah Crane into the bedroom she shared with Zane Collins.
Evelyn took her pulse. It was smooth and slick, like pearls rolling on a plate—a definite pregnancy pulse.
"From the look on your face, I really am pregnant. How ridiculous. We tried for two years and nothing happened, but now I get pregnant during an apocalypse."
Leah Crane touched her stomach, her gaze vacant as she stared at the door. Seeing the lifeless look in her eyes, a suspicion began to form in Evelyn's mind.
"You don't want it?"
Leah Crane looked up at Evelyn, a faint, shallow smile on her lips.
