every search engine for fifty keywords."
Peter smiled. "Good. I don’t think there's anyone who's more qualified to shove this right in the face of the internet community." He looked at the group. "They need to see that zombies take from us and that's all. In the end, they're nothing more than plague rats."
"Peter," Abby said. "You should be careful with your language."
They all looked at her and she looked at them.
"What I mean is," she continued, "you're trying to get a point across without alienating people in the process. Remember that every zombie was a person. It's difficult for people to let go of loved ones under the best of circumstances. If they're walking around, no matter what state they're in, people want to believe that they can be brought back. You need to approach this with the opposite side of that emotional coin. Hate isn't going to buy you any support.
" We're all here because we've suffered a trauma." She looked at the faces of the people around her. "Yours worse than mine. I know it's asking a lot from you, but I think we should publish your stories on the web site. If you tell people in your own words, the way you did to me, they won't be able to help but be moved. We'll get support from those who've also been affected by this plague. We may even sway a few people who are thinking the other way."
Rudy Gordon was nodding. "She's right. Revenge doesn't cure grief. We're here to prevent others from feeling what we're feeling right now."
Jeff and Belle Percy were nodding, too. Emily wasn't. Her cold stare remained cold. Abby looked up at Melissa. Maybe it was because of the few minutes they'd spent together alone, but Abby felt strongly about her. She knew the pain Melissa felt. She'd marched right up to its borderline and peered over at it. But there was no assent from Melissa. She had embraced her rage. Abby was a little worried about her.
When no one offered up any other points, Peter went to the hallway and returned with a small box. Inside were leaflets. Abby glanced at one. In large black and white letters, it read, ZOMBIE SAFE HOUSE!
"We also need to fight this war on a physical front," Peter said. "These three locations represent a danger to the community at large. I intend to paste these flyers all over the locations where the ZRA are collecting and hiding zombies."
"Why don't we just tell the police?" Abby asked.
Jeff snorted. "My daughter was bitten at Angus Construction Yard . It's this old place in Brooklyn. When the police found her, you know what they did? Nothing. I went there two days later and it was business as usual. I even saw a zombie wandering around on the grounds."
Abby found it hard to believe that the police were doing nothing. With Heron in charge of the zombie squad, it seemed to her that he would probably clean out a place like that without hesitation.
"Anyway," Peter said. "This will make it public. Anyone going by there will see the signs and begin to wonder. Eventually, the news people will catch on and then we'll really have made our point. When it comes out that the ZRA are the ones hoarding the zombies, it'll open up a can of worms that they won't be able to ever close. They'll be ruined."
"Are we putting these up tonight?" Gordon asked.
Peter nodded. "We'll split into three groups and each hit one location. Jeff, you and Belle have a car so you can go over to Angus . Put up the flyers all over the fence. I've got some cans of spray paint also if you want to go that far. Gordon, why don't you and Emily go into Manhattan. There's an older building way uptown on the west side." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a series of small papers and sticky notes. Looking through them, he found one and handed it to Gordon. "Here it is."
Gordon looked at it and then at Emily. She gave no expression so they took that as agreement.
"Great. Melissa, Abby, and I will hit the apartment building in
Peter smiled. "Good. I don’t think there's anyone who's more qualified to shove this right in the face of the internet community." He looked at the group. "They need to see that zombies take from us and that's all. In the end, they're nothing more than plague rats."
"Peter," Abby said. "You should be careful with your language."
They all looked at her and she looked at them.
"What I mean is," she continued, "you're trying to get a point across without alienating people in the process. Remember that every zombie was a person. It's difficult for people to let go of loved ones under the best of circumstances. If they're walking around, no matter what state they're in, people want to believe that they can be brought back. You need to approach this with the opposite side of that emotional coin. Hate isn't going to buy you any support.
" We're all here because we've suffered a trauma." She looked at the faces of the people around her. "Yours worse than mine. I know it's asking a lot from you, but I think we should publish your stories on the web site. If you tell people in your own words, the way you did to me, they won't be able to help but be moved. We'll get support from those who've also been affected by this plague. We may even sway a few people who are thinking the other way."
Rudy Gordon was nodding. "She's right. Revenge doesn't cure grief. We're here to prevent others from feeling what we're feeling right now."
Jeff and Belle Percy were nodding, too. Emily wasn't. Her cold stare remained cold. Abby looked up at Melissa. Maybe it was because of the few minutes they'd spent together alone, but Abby felt strongly about her. She knew the pain Melissa felt. She'd marched right up to its borderline and peered over at it. But there was no assent from Melissa. She had embraced her rage. Abby was a little worried about her.
When no one offered up any other points, Peter went to the hallway and returned with a small box. Inside were leaflets. Abby glanced at one. In large black and white letters, it read, ZOMBIE SAFE HOUSE!
"We also need to fight this war on a physical front," Peter said. "These three locations represent a danger to the community at large. I intend to paste these flyers all over the locations where the ZRA are collecting and hiding zombies."
"Why don't we just tell the police?" Abby asked.
Jeff snorted. "My daughter was bitten at Angus Construction Yard . It's this old place in Brooklyn. When the police found her, you know what they did? Nothing. I went there two days later and it was business as usual. I even saw a zombie wandering around on the grounds."
Abby found it hard to believe that the police were doing nothing. With Heron in charge of the zombie squad, it seemed to her that he would probably clean out a place like that without hesitation.
"Anyway," Peter said. "This will make it public. Anyone going by there will see the signs and begin to wonder. Eventually, the news people will catch on and then we'll really have made our point. When it comes out that the ZRA are the ones hoarding the zombies, it'll open up a can of worms that they won't be able to ever close. They'll be ruined."
"Are we putting these up tonight?" Gordon asked.
Peter nodded. "We'll split into three groups and each hit one location. Jeff, you and Belle have a car so you can go over to Angus . Put up the flyers all over the fence. I've got some cans of spray paint also if you want to go that far. Gordon, why don't you and Emily go into Manhattan. There's an older building way uptown on the west side." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a series of small papers and sticky notes. Looking through them, he found one and handed it to Gordon. "Here it is."
Gordon looked at it and then at Emily. She gave no expression so they took that as agreement.
"Great. Melissa, Abby, and I will hit the apartment building in
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