How to Raise a Baby in an Apocalypse

As the apocalypse arrived, An Ran, a mother with no incredible powers, no space, and no husband, had only a bun in the oven that piteously cried for food and a nature-based power to induce labor.

Others robbed supplies and killed zombies, causing the apocalypse to flourish with excitement.

She killed zombies for the sake of robbing baby formula, complementary foods, and toys. Such an apocalypse forced her between zombies blocking the road ahead and an ex-husband who chased her for depressing days of baby-raising behind.

Ex-husband: “We divorced for 7 months and this baby was born at full-term. Do you still refuse to admit that the baby isn’t mine?”

An Ran yelled uncontrollably: “Can’t it be the result of an affair?”

Ex-husband: “Then was your partner my twin brother? Otherwise, how else is this kid’s nose, eyes, and lips exactly like mine?”