Title and Genre: ZOMBIE DIAPERS-light horror
Pitch: In a world where the walking corpses of loved ones are the most mundane danger 18 yr old Liz tries to raise an infant & forge a new life
First 250 words:
I stared down at the tiny bundle in the old laundry basket and sighed. I needed to go out and get a few things, things I had never thought I would need. I hadn't stockpiled anything for babies, hadn't given any thought to what allowing other people in here would mean to my hoarded supplies. Now I needed to. I sat back on my heels and pondered just how the hell I got here. A few months ago everything had been normal. I was shopping for the perfect dress for prom, Brad was taking me in a limo that he had rented for just the two of us. I was getting my nails done and bitching about my measly 100$ a month allowance. Then the unthinkable happened. I wouldn't have survived if it hadn't been for the weird old guy across the street. He saved me, and a few others. But now they were all gone and me and this tiny, tiny baby were all that was left. Shaking my head I decided I didn't have time to sit there and re-hash old memories. Someone was counting on me. She needed me. And I didn't know the first thing about babies.
My family had been fairly well off, not rich, but comfortable. I had never babysat, and I was an only child (and something of a surprise to my folks who were in their 40's when they had me).
Now I had to figure out how to feed and change and whatever else a baby.