The Zombie Robin Thirsts for an Ending

Tomorrow is the day the Zombie Robin story must come to an end for good or ill. Can anyone step up to the plate and scare the pants off the rest of us for Halloween? I don't know about you, but I'm looking forward to something apocalyptic down at Rick's.

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[Jake]

He sat quietly for several minutes studying the long line of up and comers and wanna-bees lined up behind a plush, blood red rope, waiting for a chance to be granted the privilege of entrance to Rick's. They represented the beautiful, the hip and the semi-powerful of Dark City's Undead Scene. The line stretched several hundred feet down the pitch black street before
disappearing around a corner. From time to time limousines or carnival trucks would pull up to the front door and spill out their load of undead celebrities or carnies, which always rated immediate entrance. The large black werewolf guarding the door, normally an dick about admitting anyone he considered even a hint less hip than he, would fall all over himself to hold open the door for these elite, before returning to his role as avant-garde style god.

"So how do I get past Rover" he thought.. Then it came to him..

[gail]

Nice Jake. Which "he" are we talking about? The guy who want to become undead or the one who wants to destroy the undead? Easy to get everyone mixed up at this point.

[Jake]

"He" as in the "He and She" that first discussed reanimation and his getting a body from Ricks... He's never had a name.. Nor has She. I dont know the name of the "Meanwhile, across town with the garlic and stakes-He" is.. He needs to be named I think..

[gail]

Maybe we could throw in a reference to the dead bird or something to clue people in.