Spectre

Spectre awoke to find himself surrounded by Sprites. In the dim light of the moon, it took him a moment to realise they were dead. Their bodies decaying, missing limbs, bloated, dripping water and coated in black sand.

Spectre stood and looked up the road to the afterlife. He reached down to the Sprite sleeping next to him, plucking a stick of deodorant out of his pocket. “OK,” he sighed. “If we’re going together, y’all gonna need this.”

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28 thoughts on “Spectre”

    1. Arf, well if you were going for a walk with zombies, you’d probably ask them to wipe some deo on themselves, right?

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    1. That thing that’s meant to make your sweat smell nice, but is often deployed as a chemical weapon by teenagers on the tube. Hey, Lynx, I’m lookin’ at ya!

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  1. Color me confused. When you said stick of deodorant, I wasn’t sure if it was for the smell of the dead Sprites, or if he was telling the sleeping Sprite they needed to get on the stick, an American idiom meaning to get going or get down to work.

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    1. I have never heard of that idiom… Haha. I figured some bloated, waterlogged Sprite zombies were gonna need somethin’ to take the edge of the smell.

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