Re: clem rescue - graham/shane/jack
[Just as Shane's brain was translating its chemical and electrical impulses, as it was about to tell his legs to lift and his arms to pump and his lungs to suck, a torrent of blades tore threw rotting, pulpy flesh, rending it like fucking animal fat under heat. Gore spattered outward in graphic violence, and Shane didn't have to catch Graham's eye to know he was seeing this too.—The groaning gaggle of dead turned as one fucking disgusting organism toward the disruption, and they started toward him—him?—him. Graham had mentioned something about a man named Jack. But, what the fuck?] The fuck?
[Shane jerked forward at the bit of blasphemy that tipped from Graham's lips like a prayer. With the crossbow raised as a battering ram, slamming into skulls that burst and popped in explosions of bloody brain fluid, happy fucking Fourth. He was wary of the other man, because, while it was highly unlike he was anyone but Jack, they didn't know that he was Jack yet. He cut past the man, and shoved further into the bowels of the prison, nearer Clem.]