Jack didn't move for the longest time. He lay perfectly still, less some struggled breathing. He was gasping for air in his last few moments, knowing it was the end, wasn't it? This was the end of Jack McFarland. He had resigned himself to death and its permanence.
Except that it didn't seem to be all that permanent. Jack released his final breath, a long exhale the signified the end of who he was. This was followed by the inhalation of air that told of Jack becoming something new. Something not at all like what he was.
Something undead.
Slowly his hands found placement underneath him, then his head looked up at the man speaking to him. Jack's eyes were focused and devoid of life, at least proper life. A moan escaped his lips as he struggled to his feet.