My little basket babies from above

          Erica walked along the long dirt road toward her home. The twenty year old female was very tired and exhausted from her long day at work. Usually her camera, which was the main part of her job, would be clicking away at the sky or scenery around her. But the rapidly approaching storm stopped her from pursuing her favorite pastime. Looking up from the muddy earth, she could see the roof of her home in the distance, telling her that she had less then half a mile until she could reach the front door of her house. As she quickened her pace, wanting to reach her destination faster, she prepared a mental checklist of what she was going to do the minute, no second she was threw the front door.

                                                  Firstly, she was going to strip out of her cold, wet, slightly itchy clothing. Second, she was then going to take a nice hot bath complete with a cup of hot chocolate, good book, and plenty of bubbles, for an hour. Then change into some comfortable jammies and call up her best friend Eric, and ask him if he could come over and help her edit some new video game walkthroughs for her YouTube channel. And lastly, order a pizza and chill out with movies and Tumblr   until she passed out like the true gamer and internet addict she was. But before she decide what movie she was going to watch and get started on her checklist for tomorrow, she heard a loud wail, a baby's wail to be more specific. Erica stopped dead in her tracks, and listened, it could have been anything, an animal maybe. But there it was again, louder this time, with a few more voices accompanying it, each louder than the last.

                                            Inside Erica something clicked, it wasn't anger or sadness, it was more of a large overwhelming motherly feeling. it wasn't anything she wasn't used to, she had it all her life and had used it to a large extent, from bandaging boo boo's on the playground to beating bully ass, which actually earned her a best friend Eric. Before she could go wandering down memory lane, more wails jarred her back into ever cruel reality. She quickened her pace again to a run, trying to see through the thick rain. As she blindly tried to reach the sound she tripped, landing face first into mud. Lifting up her head, she caught sight of a large basket in front of her, the wails deafening in her ears. She stumbled onto her knees, whatever energy she had left nearly gone. taking the sheet on top of the basket off she saw seven infants, who looked no more then a few days old.

                                            Although inside she was mentally cursing out the fags who could have done this, while on the outside she had picked up a dark haired baby girl, who had been wailing the loudest and started soothing her until she quieted down, by then the other infants had stopped. Placing the girl back in the basket she quickly took note of the others. the rest of the infants were male, except for the one she had picked up earlier. "It's okay, guys i'm here" she said, trying to comfort them so they wouldn't start crying again. Picking up the basket, she saw that she was only a matter of minutes from her home. Stumbling a little, she managed to get to her door, and spent a minute or two searching her pokets for her keys. As she stumbled into the house, she managed to kick off her shoes, and turn on the light, turning what some would have mistaken for a haunted house, to a modern-ish Victorian. Hurrying to the kitchen she set the basket down on the island and lifted the cover again.

And almost freaked the fuck out when she saw the children.