“There is a child - a baby - who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth open in a perpetual yet silent scream. She isn't old enough to roll over, to sit up, to climb. So she lies there kicking her fat legs against the footboard of the crib, eternally calling for her mother. For food. For flesh.” LifeDeathHauntingCreepyZombiesZombie ApocalypseErieZombie Babies Book:The Forest of Hands and Teeth Source: The Forest of Hands and Teeth