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couldn’t find much zombie stuff actually but guess who

i feel like if simon was a zombie he would crawl out of the sea and have like mushrooms and stuff growing off of his decay

awww now im sad

OKAY OKAY so

Jack hallucinates the lord of the flies too, he sees it just like Simon but instead of having a freakout, Jack makes a deal with it to kill piggy and kill Ralph, but the lord of the flies is evil obviously so it only gives him half his wish, and makes him feel guilty and horrified at his actions

Ralph ran for his life, not even daring to look behind him. He could practically feel the flames climbing high behind him, getting closer and closer, he saw the beach, just ahead. He ran forward and dived. Hoping, praying for ANYTHING to happen, for a miracle. Ralph slowly opened his eyes and saw only the vast blue ocean and the sand infront of him. He quickly turned around, and saw the hunters approach. Jack stood at the front, his ginger hair long and frizzy, his eyes filled with an almost manic excitement, a grin plastered on his painted face as he looked down at Ralph "Hello, Ralph." Ralph slowly crawled backwards, he didnt speak, he couldnt and he shook violently as Jack stepped closer. Ralph shook his head "Please, please no, im sorry ill join the hunters, ill be-" Jack laughed haughtily, and so did the hunters just after him. Jack slowly stepped forward one last time, and raised his spear high above his shoulders. Ralph shut his eyes, bracing for impact as he thought. His mother, his father, his friends back home. He'd never see them again. And piggy, and Simon. How they were dead too, and in that moment, as the spear made contact with his skull, Ralph mourned Jack. The boy that was his friend all those months ago, the long hours that they had spent exploring and laughing were long gone, just like Piggy and Simon, and now him.

Jack slowly crept through the long, sharp winding creepers. Each one scraping and cutting against his bare ankles. He just needed to be alone, even just for a moment. He needed to gwt away from all the-

had to print out and add a simon to this to avoid it looking like a kindergarten art project