reymonkey | Zoombies, the driving dead

Thanks to all those who wished me happy birthday! We've been major busy lately, which is part of why I haven't posted much. When I say busy, I'm talking about chauffeuring a friend's teenager to and from school and getting him fed, and sleeping over at their house, which meant I had no computer access. Also chauffeuring Bridgie to and from different classes and seeing a helpful 'free therapist' who turned out to be an annoyed doctor who told me, and I quite, 'you've been unemployed. You should be depressed.' and then stood there giving me this look of 'what do you want me to do about it?' Then she, and this should come as no surprise, wrote me a prescription for pills that make me feel like a zombie much of the day, which is really great when I spend my days driving other people all the heck over the place.

But hey! Speaking of zombies! We did have a good time on my birthday! Literally the day before, we found out Richmond has a zombie walk. This is the fifth one, and I'm not sure how we never heard of it until now. Next year I want to be in it. It. Was. Awesome.
I took a lot of photos.
The fun thing about zombies, you see, is that they're not just the walking dead, they're often the walking dead with a theme! There are some damn creative people in this town.

For instance, when the massive horde of zombies come shuffling by, you can always play fun games with them like 'Where's Waldo?'

But you should beware, because you can become a zombie at any age,

and those zombies unable to properly go after the living may be forced to chew on themselves.

Some aspects of pre-zombie personality may survive.,

causing some zombies to be more disgruntled than others

(Yes, that is a former Best Buy employee in the cart).

Zombies can still be fashion-conscious.

More serious and protective clothing may not be effective against zombiedom.

Those in certain professions may be more vulnerable to becoming a zombie,

but just because you're a zombie doesn't mean you can't still have fun!

The very start of the parade was heralded by one guy with a couple minor injuries, stagger-running up the street yelling to us to run because there were zombies coming. Next came a bloodied guy with a lead pipe, and a couple of resistance fighters with loud capguns. We followed after the end of the parade (They were easy to follow, because they literally left a trail of bloody footprints and sometimes bits of intestine/skin on the sidewalk), and at about the halfway point were protesters with signs like 'we are not a snack. I got my best photos when we ended up against a light pole at a crosswalk. Here the zombie crowd would get stopped up and have to wait for the lights to change, while groaning things like 'traaafffiiiiic!' and 'Doooon't waaaaalk!' There was another guy beside me with a camera, so a lot of zombies helpfully posed for us both while waiting to cross the street.
Next year, I'm doing the zombie walk.