John Philip "Jack" McFarland (i_amjustjack) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-11-07 14:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce wayne, jack mcfarland, zombies |
Reanimation [ open ]
Jack wasn't the brightest bulb in the box. Ever. He tended to use words and phrases to make himself look smarter than he actually was, and unfortunately, managed to convince himself that he was rather intelligent. Trouble was, he was a bit on the dim side. Which is probably why he found himself leaning against a building, grinning like a fool that someone was obsessed enough with him to not go away.
"Ok, I get it, you like me. But haven't you heard of a shower?" There was putrid stink to the man. Sweet and musky, rather like rotting flesh. Great, Jack was being hit on by the homeless. The person moaned, but said nothing else, his gruesome face closing in on Jack's. "Or a toothbrush, my god."
Then came the touching. The hands of the moaning man with the hygiene problem started grasping at Jack's dark blue sweater vest, pulling himself closer. "What is with the moaning? Do you have a name?" Only more moans escaped. "Look, I know you find me attractive, who wouldn't, I'm Jack McFarland. But..."
Another moan, this time from another slow moving man walking closer to the pair of them.
"Oh, you have a friend. So you're kinky and have good taste."
Hands reached up, tugging now at his head. "My, you are forceful aren't you. How about we brush those teeth... maybe use a shower and then... Ahh! Ow." The first man bit down on the exposed portion of Jack's neck, drawing blood.
Arms flailing, he tried in vain to shove away the two men who were biting at him and moaning with an excitement that they had succeeded in catching prey. "Let me... Ahhhh!"