Christmas At the Jordans:

[nationcoastcity]

Alright, so it's not quite Christmas yet, but it's hard to tell by the state of Jim Jordan's apartment. He and his family have a tree in the living room, there are garlands and lights everywhere, stockings hanging by the chimney, and wrapped presents piling under the tree

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[corps_of_death]

His face falls as he sees the rotting zombie-like being casually leaning against the doorframe.

"Evening, Mr. Jordan. I'm here to pick up my son, Henry?"

[nationcoastcity]

Jim immediately slams the door shut, then turns to run towards his family. "Susan! Get the kids out! Now!"

Susan recognizes that tone. It's one he's used very rarely, and only when there's the sort of danger that comes from being related to a superhero. She rushes for the family room where her two children and her nephew are gathered.

[corps_of_death]

The front door explodes inward, sending wooden shrapnel in all directions, pelting Jim in the process. "Now, now. Is there any cause to be rude?" The undead creature walks in, black blood running out of his nose, legs staggering at an unhealthy angle. "I mean, sure, I may not have been there for my son so far... but why should a pesky drug overdose keep me from seeing my only flesh and blood?"

[nationcoastcity]

Jim, bleeding from the where the splinters embedded themselves in his flesh, keeps moving, heading towards his family. "I don't know who you are," he calls out, "but if you were Henry's genetic father, you lost your claim on him. He's a Jordan now." Think, Jim. Where can they get out... the fire escape! Out of sight of the undead creature, Jim gestures to the fire escape which leads out of the apartment building they share. The kids are visibly scared, but they remain silent. All of them have had their share of monsters coming for them.