Four People and a Kid Take On the Apocalypse

We were reborn one week before the zombie outbreak. The first thing the four of us college girls did wasn't cry. We cleared out the little supermarket downstairs.

We died miserably in our last lives. This time, we stocked up on supplies, welded the dormitory doors shut, and swore we'd hold out to the very end.

But fate has a way of humbling everyone. Tingting, the campus beauty, suddenly clutched her stomach and said, “I think... I might be pregnant.”

The zombie horde arrived right on schedule, and desperate survivors battered our metal door.

Half a month later, Tingting went into labor.

The scent of blood was like a dinner bell, summoning every zombie on the street.

Just as all hope seemed lost, four guys from the men's dorm showed up with steel pipes. The night we delivered the baby, screams and roars filled the air. When it was over, only me and Lingling, along with two blood-soaked guys, remained. We escaped with a wrinkled newborn in our arms.

As if things weren't bad enough, that little baby was nicked by a zombie on the way to safety.

Outside the military quarantine base, rifles were pointed at us. “The bitten baby has to be put down!”

The whole world had abandoned us, until I received an encrypted message: “Sweetheart, it's Dad. Send me your location and hold on!”

We made it to the nation's last stronghold. The scientists stared feverishly at the baby girl, who was giggling despite having been bitten.

Her blood test results came back.

The room fell silent.

Then the chief professor announced, his voice trembling:

“A miracle... She has antibodies.”

Humanity's last hope had been hidden in our dorm room, in the cries of a baby.