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smile and shook his head thinking how gullible the public had become. "We've set up close to thirty thousand fake profiles on all kinds of social media sites. We're the ones spreading those rumors of this ideal quarantine to keep the disease from spreading. There's no island, no secret utopia. These re-ans are housed on military bases all over the world. Trust me; they're never going to leave. Most of them can't survive the medical and scientific tests we put them through."
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    A cough echoed through the wood paneled courtroom. Judge Patterson sat up and leaned forward resting his elbows on the bench. "I'm sorry counselor , what did you call your organization?"
    Chris Schring, the rather tall and slender attorney with wire rim glasses, stepped to the side of the table and replied, "ZOOM, your honor. It stands for Zombies and Others On the Move. We are an egalitarian movement dedicated to the rights of zombies."
    The silver haired judge sat back in his chair and shook his head. "You have stood before me in the past with all kinds of fringe clients and outlandish arguments, but this one is by far, your best. B y best, I mean the top of the nutcase list. You really want to represent these disease ridden bodies who don't know they are dead?"
    "Your honor, these people have been automatically cast to the lowest levels of society, based entirely on the fact that they have been given a second chance at life and nothing else." Chris reached in his briefcase, pulled out a document , and held it up. "There are hundreds of thousands of re-animated citizens , currently being held prisoner on military bases all across this country and other parts of the world. They have not been charged with any crime or given the opportunity to speak with an attorney."
    "These things you are trying to defend are biting people and infecting them with a virus, which turns the victim into a zombie. As for speaking with an attorney, I don't know if you've noticed, but they can't speak. They just make moaning sounds and do a lot of pointing." Patterson replied.
    "This is exactly our point." Chris moved around to the front of the table. "These people are in need of medical attention. There's no doubt they will have mental health issues. Keeping them in prison is a violation of their civil rights."
    "The dead don't have civil rights."
    "They are the non-dead, your honor."
    "Dead, non-dead, zombies, re-animated, it doesn't matter. Civil rights are for citizens who still have blood pumping through their veins." The judge picked up his gavel and brought it down on the block. "Your motion is denied."
    As Chris stepped back around the counsel table, he saw Hellion and Pink approach the bar from the gallery side. He placed his documents back in his briefcase. "Sorry guys. I didn't think Judge Patterson would bite on this one, pardon the pun. We still have other options , which we can explore. There's a class action, individual representation-"
    Hellion interrupted, "That's okay." She glanced at Pink. "We didn't think this would work and we have already set our next plan in motion."
    Closing his briefcase, he turned to the two women. "Is this plan going to require me to bail you out of jail again? This isn't going to be another Seattle , is it? I have news for you. I like coffee and I don't care about the donkey that carried it down the mountain , as long as it means my java is hot and waiting for me when I wake up."
    Hellion pushed one of her dreadlocks back behind her ear. "A Beast Of Burden is another term for slavery and you know any day when the sun rises, there's always a chance , you'll have to bail me out of jail."
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    The streetlights lit up the empty city block. Scattered trash, boarded up windows, doors, and missing tires on the few parked cars, indicated the area had been vacated by the living for some time. Concrete barriers blocked the end of the street , marking the line between the living and the undead. Prometheus walked out of the abandoned