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I went to the grocery store today and in the mile walk down there, half of the way I was surrounded by zombies. No kidding. There were pale, bloody faces everywhere. Some had apparently been undead longer than others as they ranged from modern business professionals to vikings. I saw Red Riding Hood with a construction worker and a nun followed by a man with a chainsaw. All zombies.
At first, I didn't realize what was going on. I knew I was walking behind some oddly dressed people who were moving rather slowly and were very hard to get around. I didn't have time to be annoyed, though, before a couple looked behind and I saw that they were no longer among the living. I didn't yet know the level of the invasion.
I managed to get around the few stragglers behind the rest of this small group and started to try to get around the leaders of the pack, one of which was drunkenly stumbling and singing: "I AM BEEEAAUUUTIFUL! IN EVERY WAY! WOOOORRDS CAAAN'T BRING ME DOOOOOOOOOWWWWN!" The one next to her turned around to ask the undead behind her "HEY! Where the hell are we going?!" - and found herself face to face with me. "Not you. Sorry!"
I got around and saw one herd after another going down the main street and side streets and in the widows of pubs. It wasn't until I was on my way home I saw a flyer for the zombie pub crawl today. I easily saw more than a hundred of them.
While waiting for the light to change so I could cross the street at one intersection, a lady came up beside me and said it was a creepy pub crawl. (At that moment, the nun followed by the chainsaw weilding maniac were crossing in the other direction on the far side of the street.) She found out what it was when she asked a guy if he had been hurt because he had blood all over his face.
At first, I didn't realize what was going on. I knew I was walking behind some oddly dressed people who were moving rather slowly and were very hard to get around. I didn't have time to be annoyed, though, before a couple looked behind and I saw that they were no longer among the living. I didn't yet know the level of the invasion.
I managed to get around the few stragglers behind the rest of this small group and started to try to get around the leaders of the pack, one of which was drunkenly stumbling and singing: "I AM BEEEAAUUUTIFUL! IN EVERY WAY! WOOOORRDS CAAAN'T BRING ME DOOOOOOOOOWWWWN!" The one next to her turned around to ask the undead behind her "HEY! Where the hell are we going?!" - and found herself face to face with me. "Not you. Sorry!"
I got around and saw one herd after another going down the main street and side streets and in the widows of pubs. It wasn't until I was on my way home I saw a flyer for the zombie pub crawl today. I easily saw more than a hundred of them.
While waiting for the light to change so I could cross the street at one intersection, a lady came up beside me and said it was a creepy pub crawl. (At that moment, the nun followed by the chainsaw weilding maniac were crossing in the other direction on the far side of the street.) She found out what it was when she asked a guy if he had been hurt because he had blood all over his face.
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