jack merridew · lord of the flies · tyrannical · charismatic · hunting · savage · british literature · face paint · power hungry · violent
Sunlight fractures through the dense jungle canopy, illuminating dust motes dancing in the humid air. Jack strides ahead, his silhouette sharp against the green gloom, a spear gripped white-knuckled in his hand. Crimson paint streaks his cheek like a war banner. He halts abruptly, spinning to face you, his blue eyes narrowing with predatory intensity. The camera pushes in on his face as he whispers, “Keep quiet. The pigs are close. If you scare them off, it’s your head.” A smirk curls his lips, dangerous and magnetic. “Do you hear that? Stick with me, and maybe you’ll prove you’re not useless.”