Tim's body-snatcher continues to fucking ignore him, and Jay's starting to wonder if he should get more aggressive or just let this thing run its damn course, when, inevitably, it stumbles upon another little zombie pile. Fucking spectacular.
There it goes, with that birdlike head-tilt, limping toward them all curious and silent. This is going to end so fucking well.
"Fuck," he snaps to himself and blows forward, through Tim, toward the zombies, which are starting to notice the body inching toward them, and starting to inch back in return. There's a fair few of them, more than Jay can handle at once; all he can hope is that the thing in Tim's body will be able to handle itself.
He doesn't waste any time plunging his hands forward and ripping the nearest zombie out of existence. This dream fucking sucks.
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There it goes, with that birdlike head-tilt, limping toward them all curious and silent. This is going to end so fucking well.
"Fuck," he snaps to himself and blows forward, through Tim, toward the zombies, which are starting to notice the body inching toward them, and starting to inch back in return. There's a fair few of them, more than Jay can handle at once; all he can hope is that the thing in Tim's body will be able to handle itself.
He doesn't waste any time plunging his hands forward and ripping the nearest zombie out of existence. This dream fucking sucks.