‘They found her! She's alive.’ A collective sigh of relief rippled through the room. The last fertile woman on the planet had escaped the medical facility taking the survival of the human race with her. But guards had tracked her down, bundled her into an ambulance where doctors sedated her.
Zoe’s head swam, she needed to escape again. The selection process to find perfect donors to father the children she was expected to produce had been so clinical. She felt like a laboratory experiment, children should be made from desire, not necessity. Zoe clutched her stomach, hugging her unborn love child.
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