[The things that happen when you go to the train station. Stiles had been minding his own business, thank you, finishing his lunch, when he spotted that. That...person. Thing. maybe? Walking, and he choked on what he was eating, dropping it in the flail of limbs that he uses to propel himself behind a bush and out of the way with a loud--] Oh my God!
[Complete with food in his mouth. Popping up from behind the bush, he stares at him.
That's a zombie.
That is a fucking zombie are you kidding him right now.]
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[Complete with food in his mouth. Popping up from behind the bush, he stares at him.
That's a zombie.
That is a fucking zombie are you kidding him right now.]