Another jolt of pain shot through her and she clenched her teeth, sucking in a harsh breath. A cool hand gripped hers and she rolled her head to the left to see a face just a few inches from her own. “You need to breathe, child,” a raspy voice ordered. “Then you need to give me room,” Catie snapped back. “Just a little more, Catie,” a voice called from between her legs. “I can see the head.” Catie didn’t want to push. She just wanted this to be over and for that gigantic monstrosity to be out of her womb. It felt as if it were tearing her apart. She pondered very briefly which hurt more; being torn apart and eaten alive by the undead or being torn apart as a child emerged from a place many times smaller than the head that was supposedly almost out of her if she could believe the doctor. There was a strange sensation that was painful, but almost like a sense of relief as the child completed its journey and exited her.
