"We'll wake up when we wake up," says Jay tersely. He's not going to sit here and watch Tim kill himself and Tim's full of shit for thinking he would. Things are tenuous enough for both of them without that shit. "Look, I can do this, okay? Just - just let me do this for you."
He doesn't have an answer for the very valid question of go where. But it doesn't matter for very long because something scrambles out of the hall in his periphery, and he turns to face it with a startled "Shit!" It's moving toward him at breakneck speed, way too fast, its limbs spiderlike and wrong.
He raises his hands defensively, for a moment thinking what if it was just the one time, what if I'm too solid now, what if it just- when it tears straight through him. Like nothing. He barely even felt it.
"Tim!" he whips around, the thing is aiming for Tim, probably because Tim is the one here who smells human or whatever. The zombie has stopped sharply, shuddering, an animal trying to shrug off the experience of having passed through a ghost, and for a moment Jay thinks that's it, contact is all that needs to happen to kill them, but then no, it's recovered and lunging at Tim.
"Tim!" He scrambles forward as fast as he can, which is barely fast enough, catches the thing just before it gets its decaying hands on his friend, and he plunges a hand right through its head.
This is horrifying. He's going to not think about it. He lets himself act on instinct alone, stretching his fingers out and breaking the thing apart, however he's doing that, it doesn't matter. It disintegrates like the last one did, leaving Jay to pant over nothing, staring down at his hand.
tw suicide mention and hella body horror
He doesn't have an answer for the very valid question of go where. But it doesn't matter for very long because something scrambles out of the hall in his periphery, and he turns to face it with a startled "Shit!" It's moving toward him at breakneck speed, way too fast, its limbs spiderlike and wrong.
He raises his hands defensively, for a moment thinking what if it was just the one time, what if I'm too solid now, what if it just- when it tears straight through him. Like nothing. He barely even felt it.
"Tim!" he whips around, the thing is aiming for Tim, probably because Tim is the one here who smells human or whatever. The zombie has stopped sharply, shuddering, an animal trying to shrug off the experience of having passed through a ghost, and for a moment Jay thinks that's it, contact is all that needs to happen to kill them, but then no, it's recovered and lunging at Tim.
"Tim!" He scrambles forward as fast as he can, which is barely fast enough, catches the thing just before it gets its decaying hands on his friend, and he plunges a hand right through its head.
This is horrifying. He's going to not think about it. He lets himself act on instinct alone, stretching his fingers out and breaking the thing apart, however he's doing that, it doesn't matter. It disintegrates like the last one did, leaving Jay to pant over nothing, staring down at his hand.