Jack spotted the two figures, and something deep in his brain recognized them. He slowly made his way closer to them, smile on his face. He didn't attack them when he got close. Instead, he stood next to them and looked them both over.
"Hurr hurr hurr."
It might have been said that Jack was enjoying being a zombie. Havoc. Mischief. People fleeing in all directions. But to enjoy it, Jack would have had to have a functioning brain.
Though, even a zombie might have been able to enjoy what Jack currently looked like. A zombie with zombie make up on.