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Leedus- Advice?

This is my first time attempting to write a Leedus fanfiction, I believe. So if anything seems off, blame the writer not the story. And without further ado, let's jump right into it shall we?

"CUT!"
A voice hollered rather loudly. And as if on cue, lights flickered to illuminate a once eerie clearing to seem more brightened and alive.

Directors, agents, assistants, and Actors/actresses, started to walk off their assigned stances in a hurry, eager to have even the tiniest of breaks. This was The Walking Dead set, after all.

Nobody had to say anything. Every single person in the room was aware that it was now the most relieving part of their day so far: Lunch time.

It was the same as usual. Diana and the girls would go out to eat while the guys would stay behind chatting about guy things or debating where their next destination to eat should be.

"Dude, Norman, I don't think you'll be able to come with us." And from the crowd, Norman gave his friend a puzzled look.

"Well why not?"

"Well to put it nicely, you kinda got a bit of all this going on." Forming circular motions to his chest and face, Jeffery pointed out to Norman what he meant.

Norman's eyes lit up with realization as he brought a hand up to his face and remembered the dirt and make-up he just so happened to be caked with. Some of the guys snickered while the others gave him looks of pity.

"Right. I forgot." He muttered.

Norman tried not to seem too disappointed with certain circumstances leading to this.

Playing the role of Daryl was no easy task. Often times, the redneck was either dirty with blood or dirt but the directors seemed to think of it as 'rough' or 'firece' and 'fitting'.

And Norman would be lying if he went as far as trying to say he didn't love to get a little messy every so often. And while he thought the make-up and effects were just as cool, Sometimes accidentally taking a fall and getting an actual cut or some small injury really felt to the actor as a push to play his part.

As the group started to gather their things, Norman had already started walking off.

"Ay, where you goin', man?" Ross called after him.

"Gonna go clean up. Text me when y'all get there. I'll meet you there."

With a nod and a few looks of exchange, the guys took their leave and it was now Norman all by himself- or so he thought.

Everybody had left so hearing movement near the many different stage props wasn't exactly normal. Stepping cautiously without trying to make too much noise, Norman got closer and closer to the boisterous mystery person. Then suddenly, the sounds just stopped like they never began in the first place.

Was the person an intruder who snuck in and had been spying on the cast for who knows how long? And perhaps they stopped their movement knowing Norman had sensed this person's "not obvious at all" presence?

Before trying to yank or destroy anything, Norman spotted a strange looking figure covered with a thin sheet. It looked just like a ghost you usually see in animated 90's cartoons-except this one actually looked more human-like.

Slowly, while moving his hand over the sheet he tried his best to keep steady focus while "attempting to not disturb the ghost"

With a quick and swift tug, Norman pulled the sheet off.

However, stealth mode was immediately turned off as Norman narrowed his eyes at the fake dummy before him.

Norman was so focused and unamused when the dummy's head had popped off, that he wasn't expecting a small shake from behind that made him jump out of his skin with terror.