[Buffy grabs a hammer, and Wanda reaches for the edge of the plastic covering... and something reaches back, a mottled hand shooting out from under the plastic to grab for her arm. It yanks her hard to the ground, snapping her wrist in the process.
The body rises suddenly, clambering to its feet, the plastic falling away to reveal a thing that shouldn't be alive. The corpse—still breathing raggedly, somehow, despite its crushed chest and its caved-in skull—stands crookedly before them, its spine too twisted for it to hold itself upright. A jagged spike of clavicle juts out from its neck and its face is bruised and scraped free of its skin all down one side.
The body is nigh unrecognizable given the state of it, hardly even human anymore, but...]
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The body rises suddenly, clambering to its feet, the plastic falling away to reveal a thing that shouldn't be alive. The corpse—still breathing raggedly, somehow, despite its crushed chest and its caved-in skull—stands crookedly before them, its spine too twisted for it to hold itself upright. A jagged spike of clavicle juts out from its neck and its face is bruised and scraped free of its skin all down one side.
The body is nigh unrecognizable given the state of it, hardly even human anymore, but...]