Night Of The Living Dead

It's October 31st. And what makes a Happy Halloween even happier? A sweet Halloween party. And what makes a sweet Halloween party even sweeter? The Living Dead.

Zombies.

This year I organized Hamilton's first-ever Zombie walk, through a popular section of the city. I had no idea that my friends would be this enthused about it. Our success was measured by the screams, the cars that avoided us, the groups of staring, excited teens, honking horns and complete strangers photographing us.

We started right by our old house, with Tracy, the one-armed Zombie bride leading the pack. For someone who doesn't like Halloween, this was like witnessing a miracle and she truly deserves the award for best-dressed. The pack, approximately 12 Zombies strong, made its first attack inside the TD Canada Trust, and was captured on video. One driver trying to pull into the parking lot witnessed our attack, declared "I don't need money that bad!", backed out, and fled in terror.


With a larger, more powerful group of Zombies, we slowly made our way down King St., stopping to do some windowshopping along the way. Most of the stores were closed and offered no one to eat, so we continued until we came across some unsuspecting victims having a rest on one of the numerous benches along the way.

The Zombies were growing increasingly hungry during the long walk to the Snooty Fox. We began attacking random people along the street. Few were spared. Jason was not one of the lucky. The Zombies dug in, and he was turned. But this didn't quench our thirst. Dozens of us pressed against the windows of The Second Cup, our bloody smears and moans scaring many of the patrons enough to seek safety away from the windows and doors. Others laughed at the complete absurdity of it all.

The Zombies' numbers reached 25, and suddenly we realized beer would quench our seemingly unquenchable thirst. Holding up traffic, we crossed the street and headed for the bar, Shaun-of-the-Dead-Winchester-style. Before we made it to the door, we swarmed a minivan trying to make its way out to the road. The driver & passenger laughed, but I detected great fear in them. They had no beer, so we went inside the bar. As we entered, a few onlookers took pictures of us, possibly to prove to the police that it all really happened.


In the end we had about 40 participants! What a huge success, despite the media not wishing to cover the groundbreaking event (Pun intended). Thank you to all my friends, and their friends, who joined us for the Zombie walk. Without you, it would have been a bust. And thank you to Kev over at the Archies, who first put me on to this idea. And a huge thank you to Toni, and RainyPete, for photographing the entire walk. Pete even took a couple of videos that everyone is dying to see. Pun intended.

For another pic, click here
Bar Zombies here.
Radical Rappin' Rock-Star Zombies? Click here.
For more great pics, links to more pics, and the videos, click here.