There were bodies scattered here and there all over the park - not dead, but almost, breathing shallowly on their backs or their sides with various limbs at odd angles.

Some of them appeared like they'd been taken out in the middle of a run. There were bags of groceries strewn about the grass; a boy clutching a skateboard with a cracked wheel; a larger man struck across the face with his own copy of the Oxford English Dictionary.

And on everyone's faces, scribbled above the upper lip in black ink, there were different moustache doodles ranging in styles from:

- the Freddie Mercury

- the Salvador Dali

- a curly Dali

- the Mr. Monopoly

- the Charlie Chaplin

- and the Walking Dead

Pockets heavy with freshly drained energy, armed with a permanent marker and a general disregard for the dignity of other human beings, Captain Proustite strolled from body to body leaving graffiti on their faces.

Meighei
Sorry this took me so long!