They got out of the hearse and walked over to a park area, with green grass and lots of trees and picnic tables. Sitting on one of the picnic tables (the table part, not the bench) were four Goths.
They walked over to them, all the while looking around at all the "new" Goths who were roaming around the park. When Phil had taken charge of rounding up the converted people, he had no idea of how many had been affected. Now, he knew. And whereas before he would have been horrified by the massive number of them, now he was pleased. He felt comfortable around other Goths. And it looked like he'd be confortable for a very long time.
They hung out with the four Goths they met for nearly a half an hour. They were a family that was on their way home after an extended spring vacation. The father's name was Derek. His wife was Teri. And they had two kids: a girl named Laura and a boy named Danny.
"There's this club in the next town," Derek was saying. "We were thinking of going there."
"Really, what's it called?" Billy's dad asked.
"The Spiked Pit. You wanna come?"
"Sure," Billy's dad replied.
