healthy, and I guessed it weighed eighteen to twenty pounds." She looked at the individuals for questions.
When none were forthcoming, I added, "There also was no stench like that we've encountered with the stumbling slow zombies because these hadn't rotted. Up close, they had an odor I associated with a homeless person who hadn't bathed in a year or more. Also, the wounds that killed them were dry; they appeared to have healed some time ago."
Ira glanced around the table. "I believe I can speak for all of us when I say I'm in shock. I suppose I shouldn't be amazed at this latest development because the very idea of the living dead zombies is absurd to say the least. Medical science dictates that it can't happen; but we all know it has. To acknowledge these monsters are having intercourse and babies are being born is completely mind boggling. As unthinkable as it sounds we also must accept what Frances and Tom are telling us about the growth rate of the offspring. For a child several hours old to crawl and have the physical development described and documented in these photos, indicates an abnormal metabolism that leads to phenomenal growth. If that compresses the aging process it may also shorten the life cycle and cause them to age and die earlier than would be expected. That is the only hope I can offer. But don't take that as fact. I'm only guessing something like that could occur based on what I've heard here today." Ira leaned back in his chair and squinted, clearly in deep thought. Quickly he leaned forward again. "I'm not second guessing what the two of you did with that baby thing, but if the situation presents itself again it would be of enormous benefit to have that infant here in a cage for several months for us to observe and study."
I thought Ira was finished but he added, "This also indicates the full bodied zombies, as we call them, have functioning digestive tracts. They may have evolved back toward being more human. At the first opportunity, I need to perform an autopsy on a recently killed specimen."
Shane said, "Does everyone agree we need to share this new information with the adults in the group? Good! We currently have thirty-seven adults, nine are here now. That leaves twenty eight."
Ira cut in. "I feel we should include anyone over the age of ten. They're old enough to grasp what this is about. That adds seven more from the group sixteen or younger. Only two children are below the age of ten."
Andrea spoke, "I agree with Ira. In the world we live in, they need this information, too. Who knows when we could be overrun by these human looking zombies? This summer the kids will be working outside the security fence at the gardens and they could easily be approached there. We want them to know some zombies look like us. I also believe they can handle the birth part. Growing up fast is the order of the day from this point on. Our ancestors managed it and so must we."
I looked around the table. Eventually everybody nodded. "Okay. I suggest we have Elsie split the thirty-five people into five groups of seven. I'd like Shane, John, Andrea, Morgan, and Ira to be presenters. If any of you want me to sit in on your sessions I'll be glad to help, and I'm sure Frances will also.
The agenda was dealt with and I was about to end the meeting when Francis motioned to me. A look of great concern clouded her face.
"Tom, I thought of something else that I think is important. Jeff, Lindy and her children were all bitten inside the house, yet we didn't see any hunks of flesh as we usually find lying around the bodies. Look at the photos; they're not near Jeff or Lindy. This picture shows Jeff was bitten at least twice. What happened to the flesh that was removed?"
Ira frantically shuffled through the photos. "Thank you, Frances. That's what was bugging me and I couldn't put my finger on it." He stopped briefly several times before moving a picture closer to his glasses. He turned it to