In a deserted alley in City D.
A woman anxiously covered the mouth of the child in her arms, hoping her daughter, just over a year old, would stop crying.
But the child's wails only grew sharper.
Zombies at the mouth of the street not far away heard the cries and began to stir restlessly.
"Why is she crying again?"
Ivan Lawson was fed up with this kid.
She cried everywhere they went.
In the apocalypse, she was practically a human noisemaker.
"She's probably just scared."
The woman lowered her head again and comforted her softly:
"Cece, don't cry. Daddy will be back soon, and he'll bring your favorite formula."
At the mention of formula, the child cried even louder.
Shannon Renner was at a loss, overwhelmed by the crying. Thankfully, the tightly shut car doors and windows blocked some of the sound.
But some zombies had still noticed them and were shambling toward the alley.
"Tsk. I told you to come with us earlier, but you refused."
