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I was running up a highway carrying my son <PERSON> in his car seat with one arm. JR was at my side (bf and father). It was cloudy. We had been running from Zombies. I seen a house off the road kind of hidden. We went inside to rest and thinking the zombies would not see us here and pass us by. There was an old lady that creeped me out. She popped out nowhere after setting <PERSON> down and kept looking at him in a way that disturbed me. I wanted to leave and decided we would try to hide from the zombies somewhere else. We had just reached the road when I heard a baby crying from in the house. I looked in the car seat and <PERSON> was gone. I told <PERSON> that <PERSON> was stolen and he did not believe me. "He is still in his car seat" I ran back to the house alone and woke up.