{"id":335,"date":"2013-07-22T14:33:49","date_gmt":"2013-07-22T14:33:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dreamers-sanctuary.com\/undead\/?page_id=335"},"modified":"2025-04-15T01:00:35","modified_gmt":"2025-04-15T01:00:35","slug":"chapter-91","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/dreamers-sanctuary.com\/undead\/story\/chapter-91\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 91"},"content":{"rendered":"

PART IX: \u00a0REVELATION<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chapter 91<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

It\u2019s almost Christmas.\u00a0 I can\u2019t believe we\u2019ve been here this long.\u00a0 I can\u2019t imagine celebrating Christmas here, either, but I guess we\u2019ll have to do something to make it special.<\/i><\/p>\n

Last Christmas was special.\u00a0 It was our first Christmas as newlyweds, and we\u2019d just gotten the best present any couple could hope for:\u00a0 we\u2019d found out we were expecting a baby!\u00a0 We went home to Indiana for Christmas and shared the news with our families by giving them each a wrapped box containing an ultrasound photo, which showed our baby as nothing but a little black blob floating in a sea of white.\u00a0 But he \u2013 or she; we\u2019ll never know \u2013 was so much more to us than that.<\/i><\/p>\n

We thought we\u2019d spend this Christmas at home together with our new little bundle of joy.\u00a0 Instead, I\u2019m going to be spending it on a military base in Florida, surrounded by zombies, with people I\u2019ve only known for nine months.\u00a0 They\u2019re my family now, and I love them all, especially Brian.\u00a0 But I can\u2019t pretend it\u2019s the same.\u00a0 I miss my real family.\u00a0 I miss Shawn.\u00a0 I miss the baby.\u00a0 I miss snow and Christmas lights and helping little hands cut snowflakes out of paper and watching A Charlie Brown Christmas on TV and seeing Santa at the mall and dropping change into the Salvation Army bell-ringers\u2019 red pots.<\/i><\/p>\n

It won\u2019t be the same this year.\u00a0 But then, nothing\u2019s the same.\u00a0 Nothing will ever be the same again.<\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Monday, December 24, 2012<\/b><\/i><\/b>
\nWeek Thirty-Six<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m\u2026 dreaming\u2026 of a white\u2026 Christmas\u2026\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cDoesn\u2019t look like there\u2019s much chance of that happening, does it?\u201d laughed Gretchen, looking out the window at the palm trees swaying against a backdrop of blue sky.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026just like the ones I used to know\u2026\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

Behind the wheel, Riley laughed, too.\u00a0 \u201cWell, you know what they say about Hell freezing over\u2026 Still, I think the only way we\u2019ll get a white Christmas here is if we burn enough zombies to cover the ground in ash.\u00a0 I guess that would be more like a gray Christmas, technically\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSick, Rye.\u201d\u00a0 Gretchen shook her head.\u00a0 \u201cI guess I shouldn\u2019t complain \u2013 I mean, imagine if we had to deal with the cold on top of everything else \u2013 but I would love to see some snow.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSnow?\u00a0 What\u2019s snow?\u201d\u00a0 Riley looked over at her and grinned.\u00a0 \u201cI forget you\u2019re from up north.\u00a0 I haven\u2019t seen snow in years.\u00a0 We only have fake snow in Florida.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI love snow.\u00a0 I missed it last year, too, when we were living in Georgia.\u201d\u00a0 Our first Christmas together,<\/i> thought Gretchen, remembering how much fun she and Shawn had had as newlyweds, decorating the house in Atlanta for Christmas.\u00a0 Our only Christmas together.<\/i><\/p>\n

A wave of overwhelming sadness washed over her, and the voice of Bing Crosby crooning Christmas songs through the truck\u2019s speakers did nothing to ebb it.\u00a0 She\u2019d gotten excited when she\u2019d found his CD in a box of Christmas decorations back at their house on the base, but now she regretted the choice to play it while she and Riley went to pick up groceries for their Christmas dinner.\u00a0 It just made her nostalgic and homesick for the life she\u2019d left behind and the family she would never see again.<\/p>\n

She tried to hold it together in front of Riley, tried to push thoughts of Shawn out of her head and focus on the task at hand.\u00a0 Christmas dinner,<\/i> she reminded herself, looking down at the grocery list she\u2019d made out.\u00a0 Just as with their Thanksgiving feast, she would have to improvise with some of the ingredients, but she felt reasonably confident she\u2019d be able to come up with something that would please the rest of the group.\u00a0 She was determined to make Christmas on the base special for them, Gabby in particular.\u00a0 She knew they all had to be feeling the same way she was, missing their loved ones more than ever during the holiday season.\u00a0 It seemed impossible that they could truly have a merry Christmas there, though the mood on the base had certainly been lifted by the return of Riley, Nick, and Kevin.<\/p>\n

Gretchen\u2019s own mood had been all over the place lately.\u00a0 Some days, she couldn\u2019t stop smiling, and others, she couldn\u2019t stop crying.\u00a0 Being with Brian made her happy, but remembering the life she\u2019d had with Shawn made her sad, and the frequency with which these emotions fluctuated made her feel both guilty and confused.\u00a0 The emotional turmoil had even started to affect her physically; she had trouble sleeping at night and would lie awake long after Brian had fallen asleep next to her, until she finally drifted off, only to wake in the morning feeling exhausted and slightly nauseous, like she\u2019d been worrying herself sick even in her dreams.\u00a0 It\u2019s just the holidays getting me down,<\/i> she thought.\u00a0 I\u2019ll feel better after the new year.<\/i>\u00a0 But even then, it depressed her to think of starting another year in this place, under constant threat of the undead who skulked outside its walls.\u00a0 It was like being trapped inside a nightmare from which she could never wake up.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be home for Christmas\u2026 You can count on me\u2026\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

Riley had fallen silent as she drove, and Gretchen\u2019s attention was drawn back to the music.\u00a0 The track on the CD had changed, and she thought, Oh God\u2026 not this song.<\/i>\u00a0 As a soldier\u2019s girl, she had always appreciated the sentiment of the song, the significance it had at the time it was released, when World War II kept many soldiers far from home for the holidays.\u00a0 But now it came as one more devastating blow to her already-broken heart, yet another reminder that Shawn would never be coming back to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cChristmas Eve will find me\u2026 where the lovelight gleams.\u00a0 I\u2019ll be home for Christmas\u2026 if only in my dreams.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

If only\u2026<\/i> she thought wistfully.\u00a0 But they were fighting a much different war now, a war which had claimed the lives of Shawn and the rest of their families, loved ones who would never be home for Christmas again.\u00a0 The thought brought tears to her eyes, and as she sat there feeling sorry for herself and for Brian, Gabby, and the rest of them, Gretchen started to cry.\u00a0 She couldn\u2019t help it.\u00a0 One minute, she was fine, and the next, tears were sliding down her face.\u00a0 She tried to hide them, taking an inconspicuous swipe at her eyes, but a sniffle gave her away.\u00a0 She quickly turned her head toward the window, but not before Riley looked over at her in concern.<\/p>\n

\u201cGretch?\u00a0 Are you okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen started to nod, then gave up and shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cAww, Gretch\u2026\u201d\u00a0 She felt the truck slow down, as Riley eased it to a stop right in the middle of the road.\u00a0 Before she knew it, her friend\u2019s arms were around her, and she was sobbing onto Riley\u2019s shoulder.\u00a0 \u201cI know\u2026 I know\u2026\u201d Riley kept whispering, even though Gretchen was crying too hard to explain.\u00a0 Then again, she probably didn\u2019t have to.\u00a0 Of course Riley knew.\u00a0 Their stories were all the same.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m s-sorry,\u201d Gretchen said shakily, once she\u2019d gotten control of herself.\u00a0 She hiccupped, took a shuddering breath, hiccupped again.\u00a0 She felt like a little girl, working herself into such hysterics.\u00a0 What was wrong with her?<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t apologize,\u201d replied Riley, sounding sympathetic.\u00a0 \u201cWe\u2019ve all been there.\u00a0 Christmas getting you down?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen nodded, but she began to suspect that wasn\u2019t the only thing bothering her.\u00a0 Her stomach felt queasy.\u00a0 Had she made herself sick from crying so hard?\u00a0 Riley was still talking, offering words of consolation, but Gretchen wasn\u2019t listening anymore.\u00a0 She was holding her stomach, trying to settle it, but all of a sudden, she knew it was too late.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are you going?!\u201d Riley called, as Gretchen jumped out of the truck and ran to the side of the road, where she doubled over and vomited.\u00a0 Riley was by her side in an instant, rubbing her back and holding her hair while she finished emptying the contents of her stomach.\u00a0 \u201cWhat was that?\u201d Riley asked, frowning at her in concern once she straightened.\u00a0 \u201cAre you sick, or just upset?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and shook her head.\u00a0 \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u00a0 I\u2019ve just been feeling weird lately.\u00a0 Maybe I am getting sick.\u201d<\/p>\n

Riley narrowed her eyes, then put her hands on her hips.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re not pregnant, are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen\u2019s eyes widened; she hadn\u2019t even considered that possibility.\u00a0 She tried to laugh it off, shaking her head and saying, \u201cNo\u2026 I don\u2019t think<\/i> so.\u201d\u00a0 But she had to admit, it was possible.<\/p>\n

That was Riley\u2019s next question:\u00a0 \u201cCould<\/i> you be?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen blushed and nodded, avoiding Riley\u2019s eyes as she tried to remember when her last period had been.\u00a0 Was she late?\u00a0 It was hard to know.\u00a0 Though their timekeeping had evolved since the early days of carving tally marks into the chapel wall, the days still passed in a monotonous blur, each one more or less the same as the one before it.\u00a0 Nothing stood out in her memory.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou should take a test.\u201d\u00a0 Riley grabbed her wrist and tugged her toward the truck.\u00a0 \u201cC\u2019mon.\u00a0 I\u2019m sure we can find one somewhere around here.\u201d<\/p>\n

As they drove to the exchange mall at the front of the base, Gretchen cycled between excitement and fear over the possibility of another pregnancy.\u00a0 There had been a time, merely months ago, when she\u2019d wanted to be a mother more than anything.\u00a0 But now?\u00a0 Here?\u00a0 She wasn\u2019t sure she wanted to bring a child into the undead world.<\/p>\n

Of course, she was getting ahead of herself.\u00a0 She wasn\u2019t even sure she was carrying a child.\u00a0 But the more she thought about it, the more likely Riley\u2019s diagnosis seemed.\u00a0 And she thought about it the whole shopping trip, as they rummaged through the stores to gather the supplies for their dinner, picking up a pregnancy test in the drugstore.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan we do it here?\u201d Gretchen pleaded, before they left the mall.\u00a0 \u201cI have to know.\u201d<\/p>\n

They found a ladies\u2019 room and walked in.\u00a0 Gretchen, who was in the lead, stopped suddenly a few steps inside the door, causing Riley to stumble into the back of her.\u00a0 \u201cSorry!\u201d Riley sputtered.\u00a0 \u201cWhat-?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShh!\u201d Gretchen hissed, freezing Riley in her tracks.\u00a0 They both paused to listen to the rattling sounds coming from the last stall in the restroom.<\/p>\n

Heart pounding, Gretchen slowly bent down and saw a pair of shuffling feet under the stall door.\u00a0 She looked back at Riley, whose eyes were wide.\u00a0 Gretchen understood her panic:\u00a0 neither of them were armed.\u00a0 They hadn\u2019t encountered a zombie inside the base in weeks, but clearly, they hadn\u2019t yet killed them all.<\/p>\n

Riley beckoned to her and started to back out of the bathroom.\u00a0 Gretchen followed on tiptoe.\u00a0 But the zombie had already heard them or smelled them out; the stall door rattled with fervor.\u00a0 Then, with horror, Gretchen saw a rotting arm reach underneath the door.\u00a0 A head followed, long, stringy hair trailing along the floor, as the zombie crawled clumsily out from under the stall.<\/p>\n

Gretchen\u2019s instinct was to run, but Riley\u2019s fight or flight response chose a different option.\u00a0 She pushed Gretchen aside and picked up the metal wastebasket, which was still overflowing with paper towels.\u00a0 They scattered to the floor as she raised the can over her head and brought it crashing down onto the undead woman\u2019s skull before she could straighten up.\u00a0 The zombie collapsed, splayed across the tiled floor, where Riley continued to beat her with the trashcan until she stopped moving completely.<\/p>\n

\u201cGod damn those boys,\u201d she sighed, panting, as she tossed the trashcan aside and wiped the perspiration from her forehead.\u00a0 \u201cWere they too chicken to check out the girls\u2019 bathroom, or what?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen laughed nervously, releasing some of her tension.\u00a0 \u201cI guess so.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI tell you, some jobs are just better left to a woman.\u00a0 So \u2013 how \u2018bout that pregnancy test?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen laughed at the absurdity of their situation.\u00a0 \u201cLike I\u2019ll be able to pee on a stick now!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, come on, just do it.\u00a0 I\u2019ll stand guard.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sighing, Gretchen went into one of the other stalls \u2013 after checking to make sure it was completely clear, of course \u2013 while Riley waited outside it.\u00a0 The stench of the rotting zombie turned her stomach, threatening to make her vomit again.\u00a0 She held her breath as she fumbled with the package and got herself positioned.\u00a0 A few minutes passed before she could relax enough to get the job done, but finally, she handed the stick underneath the stall to Riley and pulled up her pants.<\/p>\n

\u201cI need to get out of here,\u201d she said breathlessly, as soon as she barged out of the stall.<\/p>\n

Riley nodded in agreement, and they took the test outside the bathroom to wait for the results.\u00a0 \u201cSo what are we looking for here?\u201d she asked, looking over Gretchen\u2019s shoulder.\u00a0 \u201cOne line?\u00a0 Two?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTwo,\u201d whispered Gretchen, staring down at the empty window of the test strip in her hand.\u00a0 As she waited for something to appear, she was struck by a sense of d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu, followed by a wave of sadness.\u00a0 A year ago, she\u2019d taken a test like this at home with Shawn at her side, and they\u2019d celebrated the results together.\u00a0 It felt wrong to be doing this in the middle of an abandoned mall.\u00a0 She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could click her heels and go home.<\/p>\n

Then she heard Riley\u2019s sudden intake of breath behind her.\u00a0 \u201cGretch\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen\u2019s eyes flew open, and as she looked down, her heart skipped a beat.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

The mood around the base that night was as bipolar as Gretchen had been feeling for weeks.\u00a0 On one end of the spectrum, there was Gabby, who sat sullenly in the corner after dinner, hugging her knees to her chest and barely speaking.\u00a0 On the other end were Nick and AJ, who were overcompensating for the lack of Christmas cheer by singing their own, improvised versions of carols.<\/p>\n

\u201cZombies moan\u2026 are you listening?\u201d <\/i>Nick sang loudly, his voice drowning out the distant moans.\u00a0 \u201cIn the lane, blood is glistening.\u00a0 A horrible sight\u2026 We\u2019re ready to fight\u2026 Livin\u2019 in a zombie wonderland!\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

AJ laughed and interrupted, \u201cNo, no, how \u2018bout this?\u00a0 Dashing through the base\u2026 with a shotgun in my hand\u2026 picking up the pace\u2026 here in Zombieland!\u00a0 Hordes of zombies moan\u2026 giving me a fright.\u00a0 What fun it is to shoot the undead in the head tonight!\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

Nick laughed too and joined in, \u201cOhh, shotgun shells, zombies smell, blow their brains away!\u00a0 Oh, what fun it is to kill a zombie every day!\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

Then AJ struck up another new tune.\u00a0 \u201cDeath to the world!\u00a0 The end has come.\u00a0 Let zombies roam the Earth!\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cAw, c\u2019mon, AJ, that\u2019s just depressing,\u201d Howie cut him off, shaking his head.<\/p>\n

Gretchen glanced at Brian and saw him frowning, too, though he didn\u2019t say anything to ruin AJ\u2019s fun.\u00a0 He\u2019d been quiet all evening, and she figured he must be thinking about his family.\u00a0 She had kept quiet, too, not wanting to say anything that would give her away, not knowing how to tell him she was expecting his child.\u00a0 How would he react to the news?\u00a0 Would he be glad to become a father again or upset at the thought of having a baby under these circumstances?<\/p>\n

Gretchen didn\u2019t even know how she<\/i> felt about it yet.\u00a0 A part of her was excited, but she also felt fearful and guilty.\u00a0 She worried about Brian\u2019s reaction.\u00a0 She worried about being pregnant again, this time with no medical care.\u00a0 She worried about losing another baby.\u00a0 She worried about having the baby and trying to raise a child in the midst of the zombie apocalypse.\u00a0 She wondered what to do.\u00a0 Only one thing was certain:\u00a0 she had to tell Brian.<\/p>\n

When he got up and wandered outside, she followed him.\u00a0 \u201cAre you okay?\u201d she asked softly.<\/p>\n

He nodded.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s just hard, celebrating Christmas here, without my family.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u00a0 I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe too.\u201d<\/p>\n

They fell silent for a few seconds.\u00a0 Then Gretchen asked, \u201cCan we talk?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d he said, looking over at her.\u00a0 His eyes glinted in the moonlight.<\/p>\n

She reached for his hand.\u00a0 \u201cLet\u2019s go back to our place.\u00a0 Just for a few minutes, so we can be alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright.\u201d\u00a0 They left the porch of the house where Kevin, Gabby, Howie, and AJ were living and walked next door to the house they shared with Riley and Nick.\u00a0 \u201cWhat\u2019s up?\u201d Brian asked, putting an arm around her as they settled down on the porch swing together.<\/p>\n

Gretchen leaned against him, glad she didn\u2019t have to look at him.\u00a0 \u201cI have something to tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething good or something bad?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know yet.\u00a0 It depends on how you take it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright\u2026\u201d\u00a0 She could hear the confusion in his voice.\u00a0 \u201cSo what is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Gretchen sucked in a deep breath.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n

She felt Brian stiffen.\u00a0 His jacket rustled as he turned to look at her.\u00a0 She forced herself to look back at him.\u00a0 It was hard to tell in the darkness, but he didn\u2019t look angry, just surprised.\u00a0 \u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPretty sure.\u00a0 I took a test today with Riley.\u00a0 It was positive.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWow\u2026\u201d he whispered.\u00a0 She wondered how he meant it and decided he was just stunned, like she\u2019d been.\u00a0 After a few seconds, he said, \u201cSo\u2026 we\u2019re gonna have a baby\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

If Shawn had said that a year ago, she might have laughed and said something snarky, like, \u201cThat is the result of being pregnant, yes.\u201d<\/i>\u00a0 But all she could say this time was, \u201cAre you upset?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUpset?\u201d he asked, sounding just as surprised by her question as he had by her news.\u00a0 \u201cNo, of course not.\u00a0 I\u2019m just\u2026 wow!\u00a0 I sure wasn\u2019t expecting anything like this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe neither,\u201d she said, sighing.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you<\/i> upset?\u201d<\/p>\n

She hesitated, then shook her head.\u00a0 \u201cNo\u2026 just scared.\u00a0 What are we going to do, Brian?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are we going to do?\u201d\u00a0 He smiled at her and hugged her closer to his side.\u00a0 \u201cSounds like we\u2019re going to have a baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded, still smiling.\u00a0 \u201cI know.\u00a0 But there\u2019s no point in worrying about it now.\u00a0 It\u2019s in God\u2019s hands.\u00a0 We should consider this a blessing\u2026 a miracle, even, given everything we\u2019ve been through.\u00a0 If it\u2019s meant to be, He\u2019ll make sure it all works out.\u201d<\/p>\n

And if not?<\/i> she wondered, but didn\u2019t ask.\u00a0 She didn\u2019t want to question Brian\u2019s renewed faith.\u00a0 As long as he wasn\u2019t upset, she couldn\u2019t be either.\u00a0 Relief was already setting in, and as she smiled back at him, a sense of peace enveloped her like a warm blanket.\u00a0 Wrapped in his arms, she felt loved and protected.<\/p>\n

Brian was right.\u00a0 There was no sense in worrying now.\u00a0 If her math was correct, they had eight more months to figure things out.\u00a0 Maybe the world would be a better place by then.\u00a0 Maybe not.\u00a0 But even if nothing changed, at least they were relatively safe there on the base.\u00a0 At least they had each other.<\/p>\n

We\u2019ll make a family of our own,<\/i> she thought, snuggling against him.<\/p>\n

On a gloomy Christmas in Zombieland, they\u2019d been given a gift, and Gretchen knew that the gifts least expected are often the gifts cherished most.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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