The Zombie Walk was AWESOME. I was a little girl zombie with a possessed teddy bear…that was actually so convincing that I threw it away at The Plaza. Scary, scary thing.
I wasn’t there by myself, either. Jeremy D. Brooks, master of all things gory and prop-like, couldn’t make it because he was doing something just as awesome. But I snagged a wombat or two, and they ran around, taking pictures, video, and constantly being attacked by hordes of brain-eaters. Since my camera turned out nary a pic, I’ll be relying on their kindness (and camera) in order to show you what it was like first hand. There’s a picture of me biting John Skipp’s finger that I hope turned out. He was delicious, a delightful combination of soap and bloody corn syrup.
Speaking of Skipp, I just bought a copy of his Zombies: Encounters of the Hungry Dead. Actually, that isn’t the truth, because Skipp was selling them out of the Las Vegas Country Saloon, and Girlie Wombat and I had left our ID’s in our respective diaper bags. (I know! Lame, right?) And since zombies don’t shamble down the street with diaper bags, I couldn’t get in to buy the book, so Mason had to do it. Thank you, M, for your rather majestic score! He even had the books signed for me, and that just rocked. Anyway, check out Skipp’s book, which is gloriously hefty and packed full of great names. I’m looking forward to reading it.
The best part of the evening? A handful of us descended en masse on an Elvis impersonator, who didn’t crack a smile and threatened to call security. Seriously? You’re dressed up as Elvis, and you don’t have a sense of humor? Elvis is the most famous zombie of all!
Also, my story “Flat, Flat World” went up at Silverthought Online this morning. This story is one of my first foray’s into that quiet, misty voice that I now comfortably fall into. You can read it here. I actually feel a little bit shy about it. Who would have thought?