[Bart has been hard at work in front of whatever mirror's handy. He doesn't just want to slap on some ketchup and call himself a zombie. There's more to it than that. Dust and rubble has been worked into his hair. He took some dirt and dampened it slightly, using it to get whatever skin was visible good and grubby. Flour on top of that to make his normally pale skin even more white.
He tore up a rather worn t-shirt for this, and, yes, food has been used. Red fruits and vegetables do make wonderful dyes to let clothes look good and bloody. Fake wounds were trickier, but Bart thinks the gash he put on his cheek and the one on his stomach, just visible through a hole, look rather well. He thought about putting defensive wounds on his hands, but they might wear off with all the touching and moving that hands do. He's looking back and forth between his forearms and the mirror, trying to decide if this is enough or if he should do another on an arm. He could use fish guts or something, but they're so tiny. Maybe he could fillet one badly and glue it skin side down to his arm, so it looked like the flesh had been gnawed.
Bart considers this for some time, standing rather still.]
Tim
He tore up a rather worn t-shirt for this, and, yes, food has been used. Red fruits and vegetables do make wonderful dyes to let clothes look good and bloody. Fake wounds were trickier, but Bart thinks the gash he put on his cheek and the one on his stomach, just visible through a hole, look rather well. He thought about putting defensive wounds on his hands, but they might wear off with all the touching and moving that hands do. He's looking back and forth between his forearms and the mirror, trying to decide if this is enough or if he should do another on an arm. He could use fish guts or something, but they're so tiny. Maybe he could fillet one badly and glue it skin side down to his arm, so it looked like the flesh had been gnawed.
Bart considers this for some time, standing rather still.]