He had never really bought into the whole zombie trend that had manifested in pop culture over the past few years, but he didn't credit himself with an abundance of creativity either, so zombie it was! Still, he wasn't lazy. He didn't want to just be zombie Jack (nor did he want to ruin any of his own clothes), so he had gone to Goodwill and picked up some some duds that his friends assured him were "classic Romero".
Whatever that meant.
He had found an old grey blazer straight out of the 70s, a similarly anachronistic white button up shirt, a stodgy tie, and slacks with leg openings so big you get lost in them. He figured if he cut out a few jaw-shaped patches of fabric and liberally applied fake blood, he'd at last pass for an extra in a zombie flick.
He hadn't seen his most reliable companion, Tom, on the way into school- that wasn't a big surprise. Tom had been jabbering on and on about some elaborate costume that was sure to not only boost them the necessary rungs on the social ladder to get them into a party afterwards, but that the girls would be so awe-struck that they'd go anywhere and do anything with him. Tom would describe himself as a "visionary", "dreamer", or "iconoclast". Jack would describe him as a "schemer", "lech", or "person who doesn't know what iconoclast means", but they had a long standing and strong friendship dating back to before either of them could tell time. Tom got the pair into trouble pretty regularly, but Jack's relaxed charm would usually mitigate things a little.
Jack also had yet to see Sherry, the crush of his that dated back almost as long as his friendship with Tom. Sherry was whip-smart, gentle, driven, and had a warm smile that could melt Jack from 50 paces. Jack tried not to think of himself as a push-over, but any request she made of Jack got fulfilled, by hook or by crook. She had been elusive when Jack had asked what she would be going to the dance as, saying she wanted to surprise him, a tinge of rose in her cheeks. Jack nearly swallowed his gum when she said that.
Thoughts swirling through Jack's mind, he pushes the doors open to the school hallways. Cheesy Halloween songs taunt his ears from the nearby gym. As he walks through the corridors, a gaggle of some of the more well-liked students file out and head deeper into the school. Where does Jack's evening go from here?
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