--- J A C K ---

The only explosion was one of bones. And as they weren’t his own he wasn’t so fussed. Although he was a bit phased by it all. It turned out that gravity doesn’t hang around and the zombie had fallen down, hence the whistling sound followed by the impact. It had almost impaled him when it crashed down leaving Jack shaking like one of the thousands of other leaves nearby. But strangely he felt ok. It was strange that he thought he’d heard a voice just before the zombie hit. Could zombies talk? Also it had a familiar accent. Spanish that was it. Weird.

He teleported back to camp just to be on the safe side. Then taking his hand tentatively away from his wound he found it had pretty much stopped. Now his shirt was just a mess of blood stuck to his shoulder. He sat down by the small fire they had in the camp and thought about his predicament. At least he was alive. Or was he? Was he going to turn into a zombie now though? And end up finally bringing a plague of zombies to earth. At least he’d die famous or was that infamous. Was there a difference?

But all this infamy or whatever sure had made Jack tired so he just thought he’d have forty winks or maybe a few more. Next thing he knew he was back in his flat, the morning rays streaming in along with a fair amount of traffic noise. Must have overslept, thought Jack.

Jack groaned as he rolled out of bed, feeling the pull of exhaustion tugging at his limbs. Despite his weariness, he knew he had to start his day. And besides unless this was a very elaborate and detailed dream, he was not a zombie. He had checked in the mirror a few times. And he looked the same as usual, mores the pity. As a magician with the ability to teleport and create fireballs, he felt he would have a cracking day!

His first stop of the day was his uncle's antique emporium, which this particular morning was filled with not just oddities and treasures nicked from centuries past. But with a real hubbub of punters who had the bloomin audacity to try and buy things in the day. Of all the cheek!

He was greeted by a harried Simon, his cousin, not looking his usual self at all. Simon's eyes were bloodshot and dark rings circled his eyes, like an irate vampire panda. He relayed the news of an outbreak of zombies in the city.

They had hopes their cleaning department would be able to sort it out but it was looking a bit dicey at the moment.

Jack's mind raced as he tried to piece together how the zombies had come to be. He theorized that someone must have used dark magic to summon the undead horde, a dangerous and forbidden practice. With a heavy heart, Jack realized that he was the only one who could stop the spread of the zombie plague. Or rather the only one who could have, as he had more than a sneaking suspicion that this had something to do with his little trip yesterday. Especially as he couldn’t remember what had happened at the end. Best to stay quiet about that thought Jack prudently.

Jack wasn’t good at subterfuge so he maintained he was determined to protect his city and his loved ones, in a loud voice, before sidling out of the shop. He rejected the demands of his imploring cousin saying he was setting out to confront the zombies head-on. With the tap of his hat he was off out of there. What had happened?

Simon had had reports of the undead walking among the living that had been flooding in from all corners of London. Jack knew he had to do something to stop the spread of this zombie outbreak. As he felt exceedingly gulity about it all. A right chump!

Now that he was alone, back in his flat he asked the one person who might know.

“Hat what exactly happened back in the jungle?” Jack said not sure if he was going to very much like the answer.

“You fell asleep Sir. So to avoid you being attack while you were unconscious and unable to defend yourself. I teleported you back to your flat. Teleported you into your pjs and that was that.” Said Hat.

“And nothing else happened?” said Jack sceptically.

“You didn’t do anything else Sir. As I said you were asleep” said Hat conclusively dispelling any of Jack’s doubts.

“Well that’s a weight off my shoulders. I thought I’d done the equivalent of bringing the plague back to old London town.” Said Jack sitting down on his bed.

“But we can’t let the invasion carry on just because we didn’t cause it can we?” said Jack resignedly.

Armed with his magic abilities, he set out to track down the creatures and put an end to their reign of terror. Now feeling quite light hearted about the whole matter. Maybe he’d bump into Misha, even.

As Jack made his way through the city, it wasn’t long before he encountered several zombies along the way. With a wave of his hand, he could teleport in and out of danger, avoiding the grasping hands of the undead. And when the zombies got too close, Jack would summon a fireball to incinerate them where they stood. There was a good deal of wailing and howling but that was mainly from the general public who didn’t seem to take to his method of expunging the zombies.

But what shocked Jack the most was when he came face to face with a particularly vicious zombie. He had just be looking at his watch to see if it was getting on for lunch time yet as he fancied a bit of a snack. When the darned thing had the same idea, and lunged at him, teeth bared and ready to bite. It caught him completely off guard and it nipped him something awful. Catching the flesh between his fingers, it was like a paper cut but magnified ten fold. He teleported away to safety then stood in a park dumbfounded. There were zombies in his park!

Stolen novel; please report.

His burnt out park that he had up until called his own. Now had zombies coming to play on the half melted and burnt out climbing frame.

Jack let rip with a tornado of flames. The flames had such a searing heat that even with his gloves he felt the back draft as the air was sucked into the whirling vortex of flames. The zombies splintered and came apart caught up in the updraft only to be reduced to ashes in seconds.

With all the Zombies gone, Jack thought to check his hands for signs of zombification. Making his gloves vanished he peered at his skin. Nothing.

To Jack's surprise, the zombie's bite had no effect on him. It was as if he was immune to their infectious touch.

“Well I never” thought Jack “Well I certainly couldn’t have brought the virus…wait a minute maybe I’m one of those people that carry the virus but don’t actually show any symptoms.” Thought Jack with a flash of insight.

Realizing his unique resistance to the zombie virus, Jack knew he had a fighting chance to defeat the undead of London once and for all. With renewed determination, he set out to rid London of these flesh-eating monsters, using his powers to protect the innocent and restore peace to the city once more. Well after lunch that is.

---- P U L B R I G H T ----

Pulbright tailed Jack as he walked down the streets of Islington, his eyes scanning the crowds for any signs of the undead. Having heard about Jack’s performance at the Emporium, his uncle was keen to see what exactly he was up to. For to long had he left his nephew on a long leash.

As Jack turned a corner, he saw a group of zombies stumbling towards him. With a flick of his wrist, Jack teleported to a safe distance away. Good Hat Trick noted Pulbright.

He then focused his energy and summoned a fireball with a quick "spark" of his fingers. The fireball soared through the air and engulfed the zombies in flames, causing them to wither and die instantly. An offensive trick used with some panache. Not bad.

Jack looked to be in a kind of a trance, he was staring into the middle distance, at what Pulbright couldn’t say. Jack continued to dispatch the zombies. But what was he using? Maybe it was to fast to see. But it appeared he had but to touch them to kill them. He followed Jack on his search through Islington, Camden, and the then on to the city center. He was determined to see if he had any other tricks up his sleeve.

--- J A C K --- P U L B R I G H T ----

As Jack was in the midst of battling a horde of zombies in Camden, a voice called out from behind him. "Jack, what exactly are you doing?" Jack turned to see his Uncle Pulbright standing there, a look of shock on his face.

Pulbright watched in horror as Jack touched the two zombies next to him , absentmindedly, only to watch them wither and die. "You're a Necromancer?" he exclaimed, disbelief evident in his voice.

Panicking, Jack turned and fled, not wanting to face the consequences of his newfound powers. Pulbright chased after him, determined to catch his nephew and find out more about his trick. The chase led them through the bustling lunchtime crowds at Trafalgar square, with Jack teleporting and using his fireballs to fend off his uncle. But Pulbright was relentless in his pursuit, unwilling to let Jack get away. He was costing his uncle a fortune just in dry cleaning alone.

As Jack ran through the streets of London, he felt a strange presence begin to take over him. He noticed it particularly as it was singing in Spanish. It was as if an unknown entity was trying to control his movements, through song, urging him to continue his zombie killing spree.

Jack fought against the entity, trying to regain control of his own mind. But the pull was strong, the lyrics and musical composition intoxicating, and he found himself succumbing to its influence, unable to resist its power. He danced as he slew.

Just as Jack was on the brink of losing himself to the entity, Pulbright caught up to him. With a last burst of energy, Pulbright managed to wake Jack out of his trance, pulling him back from the brink of darkness.

Realizing that Jack needed help, Pulbright took him to customer services, determined to find out more about the mysterious entity that had tried to control his nephew. And as they walked through the streets of London, Jack finally felt a sense of relief, knowing that he was no longer alone in his battle against the Spanish spirit.

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Together, Pulbright with the help of Bozar, Head of Customer services they delved into the depths of ancient lore, seeking out information on the mysterious entity that had tried to take over Jack's mind. By piecing Jack’s fragile mind they were able to partition the entity to a part of his mind only. This temporarily would hold it at bay. They discovered that it was a powerful spirit known as the El-Dritch, a malevolent being that fed on the souls of the living through its haunting songs. It was once a ringmaster like Jack.

Determined to rid Jack of this dangerous entity, Pulbright enlisted the help of a group of powerful shamans who specialized in banishing spirits. Together, they performed a powerful ritual that weakened the hold of the El-Dritch on Jack, allowing him to break free from its grasp once and for all.

With the spirit banished and Jack finally free from its influence, Pulbright and his nephew returned to their normal lives, grateful for the bond that had been strengthened through their shared ordeal. Jack continued to hone his powers as a Necromancer, using them for good rather than succumbing to the darkness that had once threatened to consume him.

Purlbright eres un completo tonto - Purlbright you utter fool

And as they strolled through the vibrant streets of London once more, Jack and Pulbright knew that they had faced an otherworldly threat together and emerged stronger for it, ready to face whatever challenges came their way in the future.

Tu mente es como un parque infantile - Your mind is like a childrens playground

Tan inocente y patético - So innocent and pathetic

Their friendship had been tested and proven to be resilient, and they knew that as long as they stood together, there was nothing they couldn't overcome. The memory of their battle against the El-Dricht would always linger in the back of their minds, a reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows, but also a testament to their courage and determination.

As they walked side by side, Jack and Pulbright shared a knowing look, silently acknowledging the bond that had been forged through their shared experiences. In that moment, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would always have each other to rely on, no matter how dark the path may seem.

And so, as the sun began to set on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, Jack and Pulbright continued on their journey, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them, knowing that together, they were stronger than anything the world could throw at them. The echoes of their past adventures faded into the distance, but the bond between them remained unbreakable, a beacon of hope and strength in a world full of uncertainties.

Hahahahahaaa Estúpida – Hahahahahaaa stupid idiots