SF Zombie Mob

i survived it with a bottle of jack n coke.
lets do it again shall we.

We’re zombie virgins. Not really sure what we’re in for, but knowing that we both want more than dinner and a movie. It is date number two. He picks me up with duct tape and spare t-​shirt in hand. We fumble a little, nervous smiles and laughs, knowing this is what we both want, that it will be so good, but both a little inexperienced, and now we’re duct taped to announce our willingness to participate.
We walk to the edge of the crowd, polaroid camera in hand to document the experience and the best examples of zombies in the crowd.
Date is spotted by one of his friends, in full regalia, blood, bandages, sniffing for fresh brains. «Hey, what’s up? Are you guys zombies? Where’s your blood? Or are you becoming zombies???»
«We’re zombie curious»
Then our brains were promptly chomped. I’m smitten.

Have camera, will travel.
Nothing like being caught up in the People vs. SF Zombie mob. They will not attack unless you adorn duct tape, and seem to be a relatively harmless bunch of fun-​goers. Very good senses of humor, and any excuse to get dressed up and mob out…
I guess.

my friend, joy m, phones me to say there is going to be a zombie flash mob at union square at 11 pm on saturday night. it’s 10 pm and i’m at home, in my pj’s. it’s 10:15 pm, i’m in the silver bullet speeding towards union square. i mean, zombie flash mob? so fucking cool, right??? i want to see a shitload of zombies running around trying to eat brains. FREEEESH!
in short: not as bad ass as it sounds. mostly teenagers and college kids dressed as half assed sorta-​zombies making out with each other and smoking the hootie hooh. joy and i took a seat across the square from them to watch. finally, we had to create our own fun so Joy started yelling at all the tourists, «RUN!!! can’t you see the zombies??? don’t you value your BRAINS!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES AND THE LIVES OF YOUR BRAINS!!!» she was creating more of a scene than the 50 sorta-​zombies. the zombies were looking at US like we were the weird ones… i mean, the nerve! real zombies would never do that! they would just eat our brains and call it a day.