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(This takes place the day after: Visiting Gods and Demons (Mature) It was right after/during breakfast, James had arranged for the family to eat in their room, including Ayanna. This wasn’t exactly a family meeting, or maybe he was avoiding making it a family meeting. A small part inside him wondered if he was easing her into a new role. James cleared his voice and said, “Yesterday I had a dust up with V. I wanted her help dealing with Vulcan …and… I didn’t get it. I was being too clever; my life would be simpler if those two hit it off. And all that is a distraction from the real topic which is I’m hoping Vulcan can help me kill someone.” The room looked surprised and a little alarmed at that and James sighed and said, “Open mouth, insert foot. Let’s start over.” James nodded at Pat and said, “Pat, I wanted to investigate more before telling you, to be sure, but it’s unfair to wait any longer. I'm convinced the destruction of Norman wasn’t your fault. I don’t mean it was an accident or you couldn’t have known. I mean it wasn’t an accident. Someone deliberately killed the city, but they sadistically let you take credit.” James held up a hand to forestall questions and said, “Norman has a death field, zombies run away from it, the field slowly inflicts injuries only Myf can see. The field is unstable and the zombies act odd in other ways. That's what we know.” James continued, “A few days ago I realized ‘unstable’ is another word for ‘moves around’. Then I wondered what could be in the middle of the field and I finally connected the dots. Norman was the first time we'd seen anything like this, but since then we've seen similar things.” James gestured at the world and said, “The super zombie in Vegas was smart. It could talk, plan, and was a smart sadistic monster instead of a dumb one. It herded lesser zombies around and used them like pawns. Zombies ran from the zombie blob. At the time I thought they were scared, but zombies don't get scared. Weeks later Myf told me it left injuries only she could see. Any of that sound familiar? Norman’s death field is bigger and weaker than the blob’s but that’s what is going on. There’s a super zombie. It’s making the field, the other zombies aren't acting odd, they're being guided.” James paused to see how Pat was taking this.
Martin was still a little shocked by the union of their two camps. But he couldn’t deny that the life of the islanders was improving. The first thing that Fox did was patrol the island, seeking the rogue. He hadn’t found it, but the attacks had stopped. Fox had his suspicions on the matter, but kept them quiet. The next thing had been to sweep the island for zombies. There were still a few around and Martin’s people had been hesitantly slaying them. It was still perilous for them, but Fox, Dan and Draygo could kill zombies all day without even touching the ground. Once the zombies were clear, Fox had moved over the first of the supplies: half the food and medicine and all of the non-essential supplies. Men and women to renovate the buildings came with, and soon the university was a mini-village. As rooms were prepared, Fox brought people over, carefully shifting supplies to make sure that neither side went without needed food. Those people came over ready to work and started improvements. These went beyond the renovations that were required for basic living. They started to add the creature comforts. The women of the Red Tent took over a building, painted the door red, and went back to business. The rabbit breeder built a dozen new hutches for his new litters he planned for the spring. A woman set up her loom and started to make cloth. On and on it went; with sturdy buildings available, people were starting to relax and get comfortable. It was that last part that won over the native people of the island. Before, they’d been surviving. Now they were living and seeing that they might be thriving. In return, some of them agreed to help clean out the weird facility that the doctor had found. It was a way of giving back. Fox had also been careful to co-mingle the groups. He wanted a true community and for that, people needed to live together as one group. For that reason, he forced people to be neighbors. It didn’t make him any friends, but he hoped that would change when people made friends with their new neighbors. Building something worthwhile takes time, Fox thought, watching a group of kids approach each other carefully before starting to play.