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4cvit woke up on a sandy beach, waves crashing against the shore where he was laying mere inches away from, sand too close for comfort to his eyes.
He sat up.
“What…..where am I..?”
He looked down at the sand below him, dark blue blood and cyan slime staining it.
Then, with a jolt, pain surged into his head.
He reached up on instinct and touched the spot where the pain was.
It was….empty. There was a hole where the middle of his forehead should be. The surrounding area around it was…rotten. Why… what happened to him?
“Hey dawg!”
4cvits head snapped into the direction that the voice came from.
To the side of him stood a somewhat familiar man in a suit.
“Heya Sonny, it’s me! John F. Kennedy!” He boomed.
“Woah…. I don’t really know who you are, sorry.” 4cvit replied.
“I’m the 34th president!”
“Holy shoot….. Mr President…. Of like… America..?” 4cvit couldn’t believe it. He thought all presidents were dead!
“Yep! And I guess we have one thing in common, we were shot!” John said with a little too much enthusiasm
“Wait..what.” So THATS what the blood and the hole in his head was!
“You heard it!”
“What about spidey? Wasn’t she just here…wait.. So am I like…dead?”
“Nah, you’re a zombie”
“But….Spidey told me those things were bad and evil…-.”
“Yeah pretty much but we ball”
4cvit turned away from the president and towards the ocean, putting his right hand right infront of his face.
Looking at his hand, he noticed that instead of the usual cyan that he was, he was almost very desaturated green. Looking through the outer layer of slime, he could see dark grey veins that look like roots in his fingers.
4cvit took off his fingerless glove and rolled up his sleeve
The bite mark was bad. Really, really bad. It was painful. Really, really painful. The teeth marks were black and dark, desaturated green spread in the area around it. His veins were almost as dark as the bite mark and ran all the way up and down his arm with no sign of the blue it once was.
“Oh…” 4cvit felt.. lost. Confused. How did this happen? How was he bit? What would his brother think?
He got up and walked towards the water and stared down at his distorted reflection.
A hole. Right through his head. Looking at it, he could see straight towards the sky. Not only that, but dark blue blood oozed out of it, droplets falling into his reflection, darkening the water.
His face was that same heavily desaturated green that he saw on his arm, except the same dark green from his arm surrounded the area of the hole in his head. His eyes were also a deep red.
JFK walked up next to the slime and stared into the water along with him.
“Yo I still lowk look fire with my presidential drip ‘n shi even though it’s been like hundreds of years or sum.” He said
“Wait.. how are you here then..? Aren’t you long gone.?” 4cvit replied
“Nah bruh I got that zombie in me”
“Oh…okay!”
4cvit’s stomach rumbled, realizing he was starving.
He took off his backpack and reached into it, pulling out a small container of melted ice cream.
“I love icecream! Hopefully this hasn’t gotten bad. Where did I get this though… oh well.”
He pulled off the lid.
He looked down into the container. It was fully melted, green fuzzy stuff floating around in it.
“Yeah…uh…nevermind….”
He put the lid back on and placed it back into his bag
*so.. what to do now,* he thought to himself *wait… I should find Spidey..!*
Thinking of her made his head hurt, but he couldn’t figure out why.
He turned away from the water and towards the president.
“John F. Kennedy, I have to find my friend Spidey, so I have to leave. do you want to look for her with me?” He asked
“Nah bruh but good luck, make sure to lock in and not get yourself slimed out or sum, no pun intended.”
“Thank you, JFK.”
And with that, the slime walked away from the beach and into the city to find his friend.