The baby kicked again, hard, and Mara felt a sudden, piercing clarity. The school fed on the connection between mother and child. The Quickening was a harvest. If she stayed for the Final, she would feed the school forever.
Distant heartbeats that speed up as characters walk down the hallways; the sound of scratching behind lockers. spooky pregnant school the quickening final free
Want me to expand this into a full short story, or adapt it as a trailer script or game narrative blurb? The baby kicked again, hard, and Mara felt
She grabbed a fire axe. Not to break a door—to break a wall. The baby kicked again