On a bed, in a darkened room. How long? I don't...

The waking world pokes through your dreams. Reliving your life before the world went to hell. What a gift. Unfortunately, it keeps getting interrupted. Every now and then, you taste the broth you are fed, feel the grind of another body grunting himself into you, hear the arguments of that woman and her compatriots about what to do with you, and these moments of reality are all concluded by the sting of a needle in your arm.

Until one day, when you are permitted to wake up completely.

"I didn't introduce myself," says the woman, and you try to sit up to look at her. She is cast in shadow, but you can tell she's slightly malnourished. Go apocalypse. Quickly, you notice the small belly that's developed on you since your initial excursion. "I'm Regina, and you are pregnant. Shame, really."

This is about 90% of the horror you were trying to avoid. For probably the first time, your abductors hear you scream.

Regina clamps a hand over your mouth. "Look, we wouldn't have woken you in this state if it weren't important. I need to know something. Were you already pregnant when we found you?" She hesitates before removing her hand.

"No," you reply before giving the best defence you can - a verbal one. "You try to be all civil like you haven't been using me as your go-to cum bucket for," and as much as it disturbs you, you glance at your belly for a temporal reference, "What, four...five months? You don't deserve my kindness or gratitude. Stop acting like we're suddenly buddies because you've - "

"One."

"One what?"

You kind of already know what she's about to say, but hearing it makes it real. "One month." And there was that last 10%. Your heart pounds and you're barely listening to the rest of what Regina's saying. "It's why we woke you. Either there's a lot of babies or the virus fucked us up and made fetuses grow quickly. Maybe something else. We need to get you to a hospital, see what's going on. I doubt raiders will have made ultrasound machines a priority."

"No fucking way. You had men **** me while I was ****. I wouldn't be in this state if you hadn't."

"A brutal necessity. This is just as necessary...or I could leave you on the streets with..." She pats your belly, unbidden. The quick math you do in your head matches Regina's next statement: "Like it or not, you need us now."