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RESIDENT EVIL 6 official US trailer NOV 2012

2012-01-31T12:39:00.000-08:00

Dead Meat Walking: A Zombie Walk Documentary

2012-01-30T16:52:00.000-08:00

Dead Meat Walking a documentary about zombie walks...

A real-life zombie epidemic is spreading. Inspired by the increasing popularity of zombie movies and television shows, men, women and children from all walks of life use gruesome makeup and costumes to become a rotting mass of zombies moaning and staggering through city streets for Zombie Walks across the globe.

In Dead Meat Walking, filmmaker Omar J. Pineda takes to the streets to document the Zombie Walk experience, from the average, small town Zombie Walk to a big city Zombie Pub Crawl (complete with zombie burlesque show!). He examines the Zombie Walk phenomenon from its inception at small events that included only a handful of zombies to larger, record-breaking events with thousands of participants. The film follows organizers of zombie walks in several US cities who, in the age of Facebook, Twitter and MySpace, are able to spread the zombie plague at a record pace.

www.deadmeatwalkingmovie.com

The Walking Dead: mid-season teaser ! WATCH IT.

2012-01-28T08:01:00.001-08:00

PART 35 - A new dawn for the children

2012-01-18T11:33:00.000-08:00

Image by Martin in Germany, Bunkerbewahrer.com

Part 35 - A new dawn for the children

His mouth still tasted like maple syrup and pancakes. He had fallen asleep in a really cute kids room with flowers on the walls. His mom was in the bed next to his. At least that was the reality he fell asleep in. He tried to roll over in the direction where his mother should have been peacefully sleeping. Instead he found his hands were restrained and his ankles were strapped down too. His eyes slowly fluttered open and there were no longer flowers on the walls around him.

A series of chains and handcuffs lined the wall to his right. On the left different gardening tools, cooking utensils and strange makeshift things hung from metal hooks. The air smelled stale and putrid. It smelled like decaying garbage and despair. It smelled like THEM. Those things that people started becoming.

He remembered how he used to play video games at his best friend's house. They would sneak into the older brother's room and play all the games that "weren't meant for kids". A bunch of those games had THEM as targets. You would shoot and they would disappear from the screen. In the video game world it was so easy and the best part was that you couldn't smell anything. In the real world they didn't go down so easy and there wasn't a pause button to hit when you got tired.

He was eleven but small for his age. Some of the kids at school would tease him. It wasn't easy being one of the youngest in middle school but to add his small stature to the equation made school almost unbearable. Little had anybody realized that his small frame is what saved his life and helped him escape the undead at his school.

Right now though, he was strapped down to a hard wooden table, almost like a huge chopping block. He heard footsteps outside the door. He hoped it was his mom, Grace, coming to get him. To save him. Instead Frank walked in the door wearing a heavy rubber butchers apron and holding a hot cup of coffee. The combinations of smells, coffee and death, made little Thomas throw up over the side of the table.

"I want my mom." He gagged on the little pieces of food lodged in his throat and nose.

"Oh, boo hoo, you want your mommy? YOU WANT YOUR MOMMY??" Frank slammed down the coffee mug on the table and screamed at Thomas. A few drops of hot coffee splashed onto Thomas's arm and he flinched in pain.

"Where's my mom?" Thomas asked again.

"Shut up you little brat. I know your type. You seem all innocent as a child, then puberty hits and then you're just looking to hurt and damage someone else's daughter! SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BRAT!" Frank's face was so close to Thomas's that he could feel little drops of saliva hitting his face and his breath was hot and rancid. He looked like he had never brushed his teeth in his life.

Thomas held his tongue and just stared at Frank, holding back tears. His mom would have never left him. This crazy old guy must have her hidden somewhere in the house. But was he even still in the same house he had fallen asleep in? He couldn't tell. He was a smart kid and he had to get out of here, somehow.

Frank stood up and took a sip of his coffee. A huge grin came over his face. All of the sternness disappeared. If he had a big white beard on he could have been Santa Clause preparing to hand out gifts. This new expression was more terrifying than when he had been yelling.

"I'll be right back little Thomas. I have a friend I want you to meet. I think the two of you will get along famously. Plus I want to see if you have the same genetics as your beloved little mommy." Frank left the room.

Thomas pulled and pulled at his restraints. He couldn't quite figure out how they were attached. It felt like rope and leather or vinyl or....he just couldn't tell. But he knew they weren't metal at least. Maybe he could loosen them enough...if he just kept wiggling... The door opened again and Frank walked in with a woman on a leash. She looked really sick and her skin was a weird grey, blue tint. It looked like someone had clawed down the left side of her face. Her eyes already started to have that milky white tint of the undead. It was his aunt.

"Auntie Liliane!" Thomas yelled out.

She flinched at the sound, looked at him and moved her head side to side in a very slow "NO" motion. Frank yanked on the leash and she fell to the ground out of sight.

"Liliane, of course, that's your name. I was so interested in Grace that I didn't even bother remembering your name. How rude of me. Get up Liliane, your nephew wants to see you." Frank pulled her up by her throat. He stuck her face next to Thomas's. They were eye to eye. She winked at Thomas and crossed her eyes. A little gesture that always made Thomas laugh. This time he held his laughter and winked back.

"Your Auntie here doesn't seem to have the same immunity trait your lovely mama does. I had her bitten a couple hours ago and you can already see she's starting to change." Frank dragged Liliane over to the wall on the right and chained her up with her arms behind her. One of her arms dislocated in the process and she didn't even notice. It wouldn't be long before his aunt was dead and her body would re-animate into one of THEM.

"Now Liliane, be a good girl and bite your nephew." Frank drew up Thomas's pant leg exposing his skin. Liliane began to drool a little and turned her head away. Frank punched Thomas in the face. Liliane tried to say something but couldn't. She had lost the control of her vocal cords already.

"Every time you tell me no Liliane I'm going to torture little Thomas here...until you either bite him or I kill him. It's up to you. Either way I will find out if he's immune." Frank raised his hand to hit Thomas again and Liliane leaned forward with her mouth open, her eyes stared to swell with tears. She bent her head and bit her nephew's leg. He yelled out in pain and Frank laughed. Liliane fell back against the wall. A solid bite mark laid outline on Thomas's leg, a small trail of blood started to form.

Frank pulled Liliane's chains taunt against the wall, still not realizing that her arm was dislocated. He put a bandage around the bite wound and tole Thomas he would be back in a few hours to see how he was managing. He could take that time to say good bye to his aunt. She would be a zombie before he came back...

Johnathan of California

2012-01-15T11:25:00.001-08:00

I saw this guy on the street and I had to stop him. His tee shirt is great!

Zombies are Everywhere!!

2012-01-15T11:23:00.001-08:00

I looked over at the gumball machines at my grocery store and look what I found. Zombies!!

Zombies are taking over, even if they aren't walking through your windows and front doors...yet.

Zombies in San Diego, CA

2012-01-05T19:26:00.000-08:00

I saw this guy walking down the street in San Diego, CA and I had to stop him. His tee shirt is great! He told me his name was Jonathan and that he was going to be making these shirts very soon to be sold online.

I hope he gets in touch with me to let me know where I can get my hands on one of these shirts...

Thanks for letting me take your picture Jonathan.

DARKMASS : A monster race of motionettes!

2012-01-03T18:17:00.000-08:00

I'm proud to present the Dark Mass monsters from Darkmass.com. In particular, I'm proud to present their newest undead member, The Zombie! I recently had the pleasure of chatting with the creator of these moving works of art, David Martino. A self-employed mortician with a band called " Vincent Price is Right". Here's what he had to say to Zombie Can't Love and a bonus video from his band and their first title track " Miss Zombie Beauty Pageant". Enjoy the interview...

For those of us out there who don't know...what is a motionette and how did you get inspired to start making them?

Mechanical monsters have been around forever. the early versions were paper machee. in the late 70's early 80's ( 80's was the horror golden age) Topstone (known for their masks and sculps) began putting out their 4 monster line. Dracula, Witch, Gorilla, Ghost. Then along came TELCO. They coined the word "motionettes" .

Their 1988 line of original characters were the absolute best. I compare them to volkswagens because they were built well on the same platform. They had mail order catalogs and were sold in stores like Harrows, Walmart, Sams Club, & Sears.

Collectors like myself go absolute ape shit for these items because they emit a creepy nostaligia due to their 2ft stature. They were made on wooden bases, had one or double arm motion, light up, and some had sound.

very cool...

The rare models are very hard to come by and are worth small fortunes on Ebay.

So how did you become a creator of these little members of the monster world?

Glad you asked. Once commercialized the quality and originality of the monsters went down. They were made cheaply and were soon licensed through Universal, which i believe is where they lost their appeal.
As a kid ( born 1980) i remeber being dragged through Harrows on L.I. with my grandmother during the holidays. On one of those occasions a huge orange box with a REd 2 ft Devil caught my eye! As I got closer i realized that there was an entire cast of ghouls boxed and ready to be carried out of the store. After pleading my case for buying a 2ft Devil, I left the store empty handed. The prices varied from $80 - $200. Which is an extremely hard sell for an 8 year old with a lust for the Devil! Now as an adult ,or at least i think , I stumbled across them on the internet and eventually hunted them all down one by one at all costs.

Telco was based in Hicksville long island and went out of business in the 90's...I've always thought that someone should pick up where they left off. But with superior character sculps and quality materials. That Red Devil today can fetch up to $2500. I wish my grandmother was alive today so we could have a good laugh together.

What else do you do besides make awesome monster motionettes?

I am currently a self employed MORTICIAN, but always have tried to find my way back into the arts which is my true passion. These guys have done that for me. Through creating the MONSTER RACE line I have found a way to give people my art through these very cool and usual collectors items that are sure to cause a SCREAM. My first creation: "the zombie" is the ressurection of everything i have ever loved about horror and the 80's.

How long have you been collecting them?

I have been collecting them for 6 years now, but I started taking them apart and eventually learned how to repair them. They made so many different variations, so i began to realize which ones were made the better. It then dawned on me that i need to make my own, especially since I collected them all. My prototypes took up a good chunk of 2011. I set a goal to have them finished by Halloween 2011, which i did. Now they are center stage for Halloween 2012.

What type of zombie is your based on? The walking dead or the infected?

I tried to create the essential zombie.

What is the essential zombie to you?

I would say that my zombie is a cross between Lucio Fulci's classic and the 1990 romero remake of night of the living dead
- along with whatever i sketched out originally.
  
  what is the best way for people to get their hands on one of your zombies or other monsters?
  
  I am currently in production and will have more details soon. I plan to sell them on my site and possible ebay. I would also like to get them in local shops that support independent artists, as well as good friends with internet stores of their own as well.
  
  Can you tell me a few details of the zombie motionette itself?
  
  He is 2ft tall. Once poured in vinyl his brain will glow as well as his eye.
  - Double arm motion, classic rocking head motion, electric plug in, wood base with a collectors box.
    
    AWESOME!...
  Is there anything else you would like to add about your company or about zombies in general?
  
  CONSIDER IT AN HONOR TO STAND WITH MY ZOMBIE COMMUNITY! OFCOURSE, I CHOSE THE ZOMBIE DUE TO HIS INFAMOUS HORROR STATURE. BUT ALSO BECAUSE I WANTED TO PROVE THAT JUST BECAUSE SOME THINGS ARE OVER DONE, DOESNT MEAN THAT CANT BE DONE, AND DONE THE RIGHT WAY!
  
  For more information go to : http://darkmass.com/Home.html
Hope you enjoyed this interview...stay tuned for more interviews from artists doing great things with the undead.

Sex in the time of zombies

2011-12-03T14:09:00.001-08:00

Zombies can't love.

Zombies don't get horney or miss being held by another person.

I havent seen another living person in days. I probably wont for a long time. Battery powered devices cant make up for it ALL.

street art

2011-12-03T13:30:00.001-08:00

Relics now of a time gone by. I hope some artists and especially street artists, taggers and graffiti artists have survived. Means Im not alone. Theres someone else. Plus it gives new beauty to a world where nothing will be new for a long time to come. Just the same thing everyday. Surviving.

"Street art" means that someone isnt just surviving. They're living.

destroy them

2011-12-03T13:10:00.001-08:00

Nothing you would use to kill a person works on the infected. They feel no pain or emotion. You can hit them all you want or beg. It doesnt matter. Your mother or your neighbor. They are out for blood. The zombies have outnumbered us.

The only thing I have seen that works is removing their heads or destroying their brain. Stop, yield and decapitate signs will be everywhere one day. Everywhere.

The moaning school bus

2011-12-03T12:49:00.001-08:00

I dont know what happened to the kids in this bus. Maybe they tried to survive. Not knowing one of them was already infected. All it took was the one.
Now they are all trapped in this school bus. Dead and hungry. When I go by they stick their small hands out the few open windows. They reach for me. They want to sink their teeth into me and tear me limb from limb.
They dont want me to become like they them. They want to kill me.

The 59 street bridge

2011-12-03T12:33:00.001-08:00

The bridges and tunnels were fine if you left right when the first reports started appearing in the news. But who pays attention to the news all day? I certainly didn't.

The bridges and tunnels became death. Things still wander around on them. Trapped between piles of cars. Trapped until humanity can make a second run at making a perfect world.

I miss music

2011-12-03T12:25:00.001-08:00

<p>This a portion where a horde tore down the fence. They were either chasing something or someone. I used to like to listen to music while I biked. To do that now would be like committing suicide. The silence highlighted with moans and death isn't fun.

There are some shambling shapes on the horizon in the park.I doubt they are still "alive". I havent heard anything human in days.

My bike

2011-12-03T12:13:00.001-08:00

Ive made it out of the building. I have my bike. A car alarm is going off in the distance. That must be why the streets are so empty. They must be off to investigate the loud noise. Theyre looking for dinner.

The Walking Dead of Mexico! Unleashed

2011-11-29T17:35:00.000-08:00

Image by : Alfredo Estrella/ AFP/ Getty Images

People dressed up as zombies participate in a 'Zombie Walk' at the Revolution Monument in Mexico City on November 26, 2011. Organizers said that 9,600 people participated, which if true would blow away the current Guinness world record, which is held by the US. Apparently, last year, 4,093 zombies marched around in Asbury Park, New Jersey.

Movie Review : CORMAN’S WORLD: EXPLOITS OF A HOLLYWOOD REBEL

2011-11-26T20:18:00.000-08:00

CORMAN’S WORLD: EXPLOITS OF A HOLLYWOOD REBEL

I have to be honest, I had heard of Roger Corman but I never realized just how much of his work I was actually familiar with. He has over 300 films under his belt and he is still producing and directing with his wife Julie. They continue to work and distribute their films outside of the studio system. What’s even more amazing than that is the fact that he has never lost money on a film.

Roger Corman is a natural rebel so when the studios all told him “NO” he decided to start his own company. His films were raw, gritty, told real stories, told fantastic stories, amazing creatures, had people being eaten alive and the list goes on and on. After seeing this documentary I can understand where directors like George Lucas, Quentin Tarantino and Steven Spielburg all pulled inspiration from Roger Corman’s work.

Many Hollywood icons appear in this tribute to Roger Corman. They give him credit for giving them work when nobody else would and for helping launch their iconic careers. There’s even a point where Jack Nicholson is brought to tears. Corman believes in capitalizing on undiscovered talent and pushing the boundaries of independent filmmaking.

This documentary was very inspirational to me. I felt like I got to experience Corman’s drive and passion for filmmaking first hand. Along with his passion to strive for success no matter what the odds or who tells you “NO”. Failure just is not an option.

My favorite quote is the tail end of a statement when Roger Corman says “...my mind is a boiling inferno...” and he captures what’s in his mind on film. His movies were sometimes shot in a couple days with leftover film sets from something else and zero “real” script and tons of people love those films. I personally love the original “Little Shop of Horrors”. With the puppet plant and shot in black and white. Movies where monsters were real people in suits and not just computer generated fiction. I think the actors react better to a more hands on approach versus talking and reacting to tennis balls on a stick.

Learning how Corman produces movies gives me hope for my own film ideas. That inspiration, combined with Lloyd Kaufman’s quote that “ if you have a camera you can make your own damn movie” (check out his book), I’m now wondering what’s holding me back...

Director Alex Stapleton did a wonderful job splicing together archival footage following Roger’s career, interviews with stars (such as Paul W.S. Anderson, Robert DeNiro, Pam Grier, Ron Howard, Martin Scorsese, William Shatner, and the list goes on & on...) and first hand commentary for the man of the hour himself, Roger Corman.

I highly recommend this kick-ass, bikini lady devouring documentary to every filmmaker and to anyone who has a true love for movies.

Keep on rockin’ Roger Corman!

Check out the trailer for this documentary and meet the rebel who brought his visions to the big screen.

The Daily News follow up article...link to the article under the photo

2011-11-25T15:58:00.000-08:00

I would like to thank reporter Clare Trapasso for her great articles in The Daily News about the Queens Thanksgiving Zombie Walk 2011.

Follow up article: http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/queens/hundreds-swarm-astoria-queens-thanksgiving-zombie-walk-article-1.981734

Book Review : "The Hungry" by Harry Shannon and Steven Booth

2011-11-25T15:10:00.000-08:00

Book Review:

"The Hungry"
by Harry Shannon & Steven Booth

Joe McKinney (foreward)

Steve Hockensmith (preface)

It’s not everyday that you read a story with a strong lead character whose a woman. Let alone a story set in a world filled with hungry zombies. When I first read a synopsis of “The Hungry” I thought to myself that I have to read it!

It’s a wonderfully gritty story filled with zombies, nasty bikers, women without underwear and rage filled erections. There are lots of little twists and turns to the story. The main woman of the hour, Sheriff Penny Miller , doesn’t lack for balls when it comes to man’ing up in any situation. Whether isn’t an onslaught of flesh hungry zombies or a wise-ass biker who thinks he’s the devil’s gift to hell, Penny handles them both with ease. Is there nothing this broad can’t handle? Doesn’t appear that way.

The way this book was done gets you right into the action and feel of the story. Not a moment is spared on frivolous conversations or details. I like the honesty of the characters throughout the book as well. Even when one of them seems to have a change of heart, it isn’t for no reason and you can understand why.

Unlike many zombie stories this one has a past, present and possible future. What I mean is “The Hungry” gives an explanation as to why the undead rise up to feast on the living, how our survivors battleaxe their asses through hordes of zombies and what the future might hold for them if they survive. I like a story that does that. Don’t get me wrong, having zombies just show up makes my day no matter what...but..sometimes an explanation is nice.

This book didn’t fall flat in action or in zombies. If this book was a movie I would go see it more than twice. Now, I know this review is all praises but I don’t really have anything bad to say. As long as you aren’t one of those people who wants crazy, insane realism (probably shouldn’t be reading zombie books to begin with) and if you can’t handle the thought of a crazy penis erection in your head or a piss stained wedding dress while zombies have their skulls smashed to bits, well, you will thoroughly enjoy this book.

http://www.amazon.com/The-Hungry-ebook/dp/B005QT10X6 - read it from Amazon

Video from The Queens Thanksgiving Zombie Walk

2011-11-24T10:24:00.001-08:00

This video is great!! Thank you NYC INFOCUS!

The Queens Thanksgiving Zombie Walk in The Daily News

2011-11-19T17:28:00.001-08:00

zombies took over Astoria today! The walk was long and it was great. This was the first walk to be put on by Zombiescantlove dot com and Zombies Worldwide ( check out their group). The next walk will be even better!!
Thank you to everyone who came out today. The portraits from the zombie walk will be up on Zombiescantlove.com later tonight!!

The Daily News Article for The Queens Zombie Walk 2011

2011-11-18T12:48:00.001-08:00

page 39 in The Daily News, NYC

thats a picture of me eating guts. lol

Tom Savini as a Zombie

2011-11-17T23:23:00.000-08:00

I think this cover of Fangoria is quite delicious with Tom Savini done up as a zombie.

"All hail the sultan of splatter!"- Fangoria

TOSHIBA COMMERCIAL ; they think of everything!

2011-11-12T09:54:00.001-08:00

LOVE THIS AD!

THE QUEENS THANKSGIVING ZOMBIE WALK : NOV 19 2011

2011-11-06T14:44:00.000-08:00

This is the very first zombie walk done in Astoria, Queens hosted by:
Zombies Cant Love, Zombies Worldwide(Thomas Art) and Astoria Music & Arts.
This will be an annual event.

There are 3 parts to this walk:

Make-up and booze:

We will begin at Club 21 at NOON. There we will have a back area all to ourselves where all the make-up will be done by professional and student make-up artists.
At that time as well, Club 21 will have $3 Zombie Cocktails and other drink specials. There will also be food for the hungry.
The make-up artists are volunteering their services. Tips and donations are welcomed.

There will also be a photographer on hand to take your zombie portrait. A gallery will be available on facebook.

Club 21 is located at: 30-09 21st Street, Astoria Queens.
http://www.club21nyc.com/

Take the N train just a few stops into Queens and get off at 30th Ave.

Terrorize Astoria:

Around 2pm, our walk will begin, heading up 30th ave... where we will take pics, shoot vids, eat people and maybe eat each other. Basically... Spread the infection of zombie fun.

WE NEED PEOPLE TO BE ZOMBIE VICTIMS ALONG THE WALK ROUTE! PLEASE MESSAGE ZOMBIES CAN'T LOVE OR THOMAS ART IF YOU ARE INTERESTED!!

Music and More Booze:

Finally, we will end up at The Shillelagh Tavern. As of right now, there are 3 bands lined up so far; ***Aaron Stoquert*** Zombie style folk, ***Thunderbang!*** - nightmare fantasy rock , ***Moniker*** - Dark Horror/Hard Rock, and ***BliminaL*** your resident house zombie band!. Nonstop to Cairo !More music to be added!
Zombie Cocktails and beer specials are on the menu here as well.

The Shillelagh Tavern is located at: 4722 30th ave, Astoria Queens
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Shillelagh-Tavern/142825445954

Travel Directions:
Take the N train to 30th Ave Astoria.

**We have a special guest that will be walking with us: Jane Doll from The Spooky Demenseia Show. She will be filming her show thee that day so segments of our walk will be aired on her next live show. :)
http://www.spookyd.com/

This is an open event. Share and invite all your zombie friends. The walk and makeup is for all ages. The bars are 21 + to drink.

This event is very important. Lets all be thankful we have a human to eat.

INFORMATION WILL BE UPDATED!!! ANOTHER BAR AND 4 MORE BANDS HAVE BEEN ADDED!!! COME BACK FOR MORE DETAILS!!!

SPONSORS FACEBOOK PAGES BELOW:

Zombies Worldwide - http://www.facebook.com/Zombies.Worldwide
Astoria Music & Art - http://www.facebook.com/groups/67893191336/
Zombies Can't Love - http://www.facebook.com/pages/Zombies-Cant-Love/200033923393954

Zombie Dice

2011-10-29T17:11:00.001-07:00

Another pic...

Zombie Dice

2011-10-29T17:09:00.001-07:00

It's a dice game with brains in a cup, shotgun explosions and the footsteps of those who got away. Playing it at the bar and its actually kind of fun.

Oh No Zombies - the board game??

2011-10-28T15:07:00.001-07:00

I was passing by Serendipity on 60th street in Manhattan when I saw this board game peeking out.

Has anyone played this? Im super curious...perhaps I will have to play it and let you all know what I think.

Z-Day in the Bronx - An honest review of this Zombie "Haunted House"

2011-10-24T21:15:00.000-07:00

I'd like to thank the people from "Nightmare Fairy Tales" and "Nightmare Z-day" for giving me free passes to view their haunted house in Manhattan and their, first ever, zombie apocalypse, "Nightmare Z-Day", in the Bronx.

http://hauntedhousenyc.com/ - Nightmare Fairy Tales

http://nightmarebronx.com/ - Nightmare Z-day

I took two of my good friends, Kiem and Aleks, to Nightmare Z-Day in the Bronx. Aleks is a zombie fan since she worked as a set photographer on a zombie show this past summer and Kiem isn't one of those chicks who scares easily. I thought they would be great accomplices is judging this zombie themed "haunted house". This is the first one of it's kind and we took that into account.

I wasn't allowed to take any pictures once we entered the haunted house but I did get a fun picture of Kiem in an electric chair by the ticket booth. But, let me get back to the topic at hand...

The overall story was fun and just had one tiny hole to it. What zombie story doesn't though these days? We all thought the time spent standing on the short line could have been better use to set up the atmosphere of Z-day. Like how when you go to big theme parks they have stuff on screens telling you the background story so that the ride can just dive right into the juicy parts.

The zombies were great but we felt there should have been more. Granted I'm sure after the success of this Z-day next years will have four times as many (I'm not promising anything). The rooms were very well done but I wish there had been more, a lot more. Call me a glutton for zombie horror in live action, living, not-breathing 3D!

There's one room that does a fabulous job of completely disorientating you and making you wish you hadn't started on this little adventure. I loved that room! I imagined if I was in that situation with real zombies and how totally screwed I would be. That was frightening, indeed. There was also a room at the end..I won't spoil it for you...which I didn't want to leave. I wanted to study every single bloody, disgusting, horrifying detail.

Many people screamed (including myself) and many people laughed (including Kiem and Aleks). If you know someone who doesn't watch a ton of horror movies and someone else who has a great scream; take them both and go check out Nightmare Z-day in the Bronx. The combination of good friends being scared and laughing while being attacked by zombies is awesome fun for everyone. (Just not kids)

This was a one-of-a-kind experience and I hope there will be more Nightmare Z-days in the future.

MOVIE REVIEW : George, A Zombie Intervention

2011-10-24T19:35:00.000-07:00

I recently had the pleasure of watching George: A Zombie Intervention. Starring Peter Stickles as Ben (Shortbus, The Lair), Michelle Tomlinson as Sarah ( The Celler Door, Itch), Lynn Lowry as Barbra ( The Crazies, Cat People) and Carlos Larkin as George.

In the world that these characters live in zombies have integrated themselves into society in a productive way and have figured out how to cheat decomposing. All except George. George is a zombie who has a group of friends and family that are concerned with his bad habit of eating people. They decide to have an intervention to get him to stop his destructive and addictive behavior to eating human flesh.

I thought that this movie had added an original spin to the zombie movie genre. There were reasons for hoe zombies came about and reasons for why some zombies act like mindless eating machines. When a zombie movie gives me reasons for things it already gets a thumbs up on one of my hands or one of the severed ones on the floor...

The actor who played George was my favorite out of the cast. The portrayal of his role as a deadbeat zombie man (no pun intended) was spot on if I had to imagine how it would be. He was funny and I just really liked his performance. The other actors were good as well although sometimes a little contrived.

I liked how the movie also spun out at a moment. With mormons and random strippers showing up, topless none the less. What's a campy horror moie without a nice set of boobs? They weren't the big fake kind either which made it even better. Just saying...

It kind of reminded me of how campy 80's movies could go off on a tangent and yet stay on track with the story. I love 80's movies by the way. The charm of this film is it's original story line and dedication to true campy, fun, indie, horror, zombie movie style.

I liked it and I would recommend seeing it if you are a true zombie (of all kinds) fan and like to laugh a bit. I wouldn't say it was as funny as Shawn of the Dead but it's one of the better "funny zombie" films I have seen. It gets off to a slightly slow start but picks up momentum. Plus there's a friendly twist at the end. Just when you think you have the whole movie figured out you realize you don't. Even though my review sounds "kid friendly"this movie is not. There are still some bloody scenes and some gnarly looking zombies.

Released 2009.

NYC ZOMBIE WALK (manhattan)

2011-10-16T17:56:00.000-07:00

PHOTOGRAPHY BY CHANTE TENOSO

These images are from the NYC Zombie walk in Manhattan on October 16 2011. There were gruesome zombies and cute lady zombies. Even the bartender was zombified. There was no shortage of blood and bites.

Almost everyone I shot a picture of said it was hard not to smile even though zombies don't smile.

I liked the bullet hole this guy had in his forehead. I thought it was original.

This is Brooke. She did her own makeup and I was quite impressed. I don't think I could do quite as nice of a makeup job without some serious training.

Her makeup is simple but very effective. Plus I love her hair!

I love NY too! Zombies can't love but I guess they can kiss.

This guy has a signature zombie look. It's the one eyeball hanging out of it's socket. The exposed rib cage is quite yummy as well.

The zombie with the helmet explained to me that she had been turned when she was attacked by a group of fast moving zombies from behind. Then she lunged at her friend.

After I shot their portraits these parents turned around and ate their young!

Thomas of Zombies Worldwide was present. Look Zombies Worldwide up on Facebook and help spread the infection!

What's in those cocktails anyways?

This is a great look. Enough said....just great

I love when people get in the spirit of the undead.

Doug doing makeup.

He was attacked at a football game and she was peacefully sleeping in bed. They found each other and ate together for every meal thereafter.

Zombies Can't Love gave out a few tee shirts and will be giving out pins at the Queens Thanksgiving Zombie Walk on Nov. 19 2011. So make sure you're there to get your free pin.

The top hat is perfect! She is like a ring master of death ready to unleash her undead circus in a town near you!

But where are her cookies??

Ever read the zombie Marvel comic series? NO! Well you should check it out.

Ok clowns + zombies = frickin double scary. Although a real clown zombie wouldn't be hard to get away from since they would have a hard time walking in those giant funny shoes.

Little Red Riding Hood killed the wolf and then ate her grandma. Sad story...

THE HUNGER: another step on your virtual zombie walk

2011-09-30T10:03:00.000-07:00

IMAGE By MARTIN from Germany.

“You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”

Epidemic Hazard in Namibia on Friday, 30 September, 2011 at 15:54 (03:54 PM) UTC.

Four Hakahana residents died from a mysterious illness that caused a strange rash and caused hemorrhaging through the nose, eyes, and other body openings. 3 died over the past 3 days while 2 shack dwellers are fighting for their lives in a city hospital and several others have been discharged from hospital. One died last week [week of 19 Sep 2011]. The strange disease that causes its victims to bleed and pass excessive blood in their urine and fecal matter has left doctors at Katutura State Hospital baffled. Medical authorities are also trying to find the source of the swiftly-killing disease that has struck terror at Hakahana. Among those who died in the last 3 days are one man, one woman, and a child. When New Era visited the bereaved families yesterday [28 Sep 2011] together with the Moses Garoeb Constituency councillor, Martin David, the families of the deceased were still in shock at the sudden death of their beloved ones. [A man] said his shebeen [bar] attendant went to see him before her demise complaining of a splitting headache and he told her to go to hospital. "After she went to the hospital she started to develop red pimples on the whole body, the same afternoon she started vomiting blood, bleeding through the anus," he said. She started complaining last Thursday evening [22 Sep 2011] and went to Katutura hospital on Friday but was sent back home as nurses said she was in a stable condition. But on Sunday [25 Sep 2011] at around 11 pm her relatives called him saying she was critical and she died upon arrival at Katutura State Hospital where she had been admitted. According to a family member of the deceased, the woman died on Monday [26 Sep 2011], and they are still shocked by the death because they had not experienced a disease with such symptoms before. New Era has learnt that another of the victims also died yesterday [Wed 28 Sep 2011] after displaying similar symptoms. The victim was also a resident of Hakahana. The residents said they now live in fear because they do not know what exactly is causing the sudden deaths. Councillor David has his own theories about the deaths saying it could be that the victims ate poisoned food scavenged from one of the dumpsites. A mourner at one of the funerals said: "We are still waiting from the doctors to identify the cause of the deaths but for now we are very scared." Residents appealed to the Ministry of Health and Social Services to urgently investigate the disease and inform the public on how to prevent it so that they could take precautionary measures. "The ministry must investigate so that they can introduce campaigns of injecting or whatever they can do for us to prevent this serious outbreak. People are dying in a short period," said one resident. Another child died last week [week of 19 Sep 2011] in the same neighbourhood when he started passing blood-tainted urine and his mother took him to hospital, bringing to 4 the number of victims. 2 people who are hospitalised are also bleeding from the eyes and urinating blood and have symptoms similar to those who died. Approached for comment, the permanent secretary in the Ministry of Health and Social Services, Kahijoro Kahuure, said he had not been informed about the illness.
Biohazard name:	Unidentified Fatal Infection (Type of hemorrhagic fever)
Biohazard level:	4/4 Hazardous
Biohazard desc.:	Viruses and bacteria that cause severe to fatal disease in humans, and for which vaccines or other treatments are not available, such as Bolivian and Argentine hemorrhagic fevers, H5N1(bird flu), Dengue hemorrhagic fever, Marburg virus, Ebola virus, hantaviruses, Lassa fever, Crimean-Congo hemorrhagic fever, and other hemorrhagic or unidentified diseases. When dealing with biological hazards at this level the use of a Hazmat suit and a self-contained oxygen supply is mandatory. The entrance and exit of a Level Four biolab will contain multiple showers, a vacuum room, an ultraviolet light room, autonomous detection system, and other safety precautions designed to destroy all traces of the biohazard. Multiple airlocks are employed and are electronically secured to prevent both doors opening at the same time. All air and water service going to and coming from a Biosafety Level 4 (P4) lab will undergo similar decontamination procedures to eliminate the possibility of an accidental release.
Symptoms:	Strange rash and caused hemorrhaging through the nose, eyes, and other body openings.
Status:	confirmed

The hospitals filled up fast and the surrounding tents outside of the hospitals filled up even quicker. It was a new strand of hemorrhagic fever and it didn't just stop at death. The bodies of the dead were coming back to "life" and feeding on the living. At first it was just a few patients. Not all of the dead re-animated. This meant that the infection was evolving and mutating. It was figuring out how to spread itself even after it's host had long since passed away.

The first patient to re-animate was a man who had bled out of his eyes and his anus during the night. A nurse came to check on him in the morning. He bit a hole in her throat and ate out her tongue. When they found him he was drinking her blood and eating more of the fleshy part of her throat. The doctors restrained him and began running tests. They were able to establish a few things before patient number two came back from flatlining and ate the patient in the bed next to hers.

It seemed that this new hemorrhagic fever was being caused by a virus and a bacterial infection all at once. The virus would cause a severe rash and bleeding. It would attack the immune system and pave the way for the following bacterial infection to set up shop in the brain, spinal fluid and in muscle tissue. Patients would "die" from the virus but come back from the dead because of the bacteria rapidly reproducing in their bodies. The word die is in quotes because the victims weren't really dead. They had a pulse, heartbeat and could attack but they were in other respects dead. They showed very little brain activity, were unable to speak or understand anything and their bodies seemed to start to decay.

Some of the doctors attributed the decay of the victims bodies to the bacteria and how it was attacking red and white blood cells. The next thing the doctors tried to figure out was why these "zombies", for lack of a better word, were attempting and succeeding at eating the living.

Their theory on this was that somehow the immune system of the "undead" was still active and attempting to rid itself of the bacteria by ingesting iron (found in human blood). Iron may be a limiting factor in the growth of bacteria. Every living person has a certain amount of free iron in their bodies. Their other theory was that the bacteria was controlling it's host and forcing it to attack the living so that it could spread itself. Like a rabid dog biting and infecting new hosts.

All of these theories are just that ....theories. Nobody knows for certain. But one thing is for sure...if this new strand of hemorrhagic fever isn't contained we will all be facing zombie hordes very soon.

Signing off.

http://hisz.rsoe.hu/alertmap/index2.php - epidemic in Namibia found on this website.

TO CONTINUE YOUR ZOMBIE WALK FOLLOW THESE LINKS BELOW:

http://above-the-norm.blogspot.com">Above the Norm: Bizarre Arizona
http://www.zombieseverywhere.org">Zombies Everywhere
http://hollyshorrorland.blogspot.com">Holly's Horrorland
http://littlegothichorrors.blogspot.com/">Little Gothic Horrors
http://www.anythinghorror.com">Anything Horror
http://kaybeewrites.blogspot.com">Katy Bennett Horror Writer and Poet
http://thisisbubbasplace.blogspot.com/">Bubba's Place
http://horrorsmorgasbord.blogspot.com">Horror Smorgasbord
http://gnostalgia.wordpress.com/">Gnostalgia
http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/">Monkey Man
http://leogodin.net/">Words and Music
http://redshoeschronicles.blogspot.com/">Red Shoes Chronicles
http://thewolfseyes.blogspot.com/">The Wolf's Eyes
http://mydayinasentence.blogspot.com">My Day in a Sentence
http://pixieshorrorgalore.blogspot.com">Pixie's Horror Galore
http://strangestate.blogspot.com">Strange State
http://halloweenut.blogspot.com">The Misadventures of HalloweeNut
http://www.halloween-blues.com">Halloween Blues
http://kweenytodd.blogspot.com">Kweeny Todd
http://thecaliforniabloggingmassacre.blogspot.com">The California Blogging Massacre
http://horror-shock.blogspot.com">Horror Shock Lolipop
http://vanessa-morgan.blogspot.com">Vanessa Morgan
http://improbablefrontiers.wordpress.com/">Improbable Frontiers
http://noreallyyoucaneatit.blogspot.com">No Really, You Can Eat It
http://livingdeadgirlnicoleart.blogspot.com">Art By Living Dead Girl Nicole
http://twogorychicks.blogspot.com">Two Gory Chicks
http://www.dustbunnyinthewind.com">A Dust Bunny in the Wind
http://aghoulsbestfriend.blogspot.com">A Ghoul's Best Friend
http://zombiesaremagic.blogspot.com">Zombies Are Magic
http://cherrynekostw.blogspot.com">Cherry Neko Saves the World
http://www.lisafee.com">Tall Tales
http://atthemansionofmadness.blogspot.com">At the Mansion of Madness
http://www.thehauntedrose.blogspot.com">The Haunted Rose
http://therottingzombie.blogspot.com">The Rotting Zombie
http://halloweenoverkill.blogspot.com">Halloween Overkill
http://viviennemoss.blogspot.com/">Out of the Shadows
http://keyholegallery.blogspot.com">Creepy Glow Keyhole Gallery
http://creepyglowbugg.blogspot.com">Creepy Glowbugg
http://bifocalunivision.blogspot.com/">Bifocal Univision
http://haiku-koo-koo.blogspot.com/">Haiku-Koo-Kooa>
http://sherrysoule.blogspot.com/">Sherry Soule
http://anchorsandroses.blogspot.com">Anchors and Roses
http://paranormalresearchersgroup.blogspot.com/">Paranormal Researchers Group
http://whispering-pines-history.blogspot.com/">Whispering Pines History
http://lovelymissmegs.blogspot.com">Lovely Miss Megs
http://www.fishblogwash.blogspot.com/">Sean Thomas Fisher's Blogwash
http://www.riseandfight.net">Rise and Fight
http://stumptownhorror.blogspot.com">Stump Town Horror
http://loliclownshorrors.blogspot.com/">LoliClown's Little Blog of Horror
http://zombiescantlove.blogspot.com">Zombies Can't Love
http://booksandbeyondreviews.blogspot.com">Books and Beyond
http://www.thegravebandits.com/">The Grave Bandits
http://www.screaminggoregasm.blogspot.com/">Screaming Goregasms
http://lazydaisylife.blogspot.com">Lazy Daisy Life
http://ickymonster.blogspot.com">Icky Monster
http://www.prettyinfiction.com">Pretty in Fiction
http://bonjourivyparker.blogspot.com/">Ivy's Closet
http://justineshalloween.blogspot.com">Justine's Halloween
http://annie-walls-author.blogspot.com/">Annie Walls
http://thetimebi.blogspot.com/">Just Johnny
http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com

Part 34 - Right in two (Inspired by the song by TOOL)

2011-09-23T13:56:00.000-07:00

IMAGE from South Africa (found on internet)

(Post inspired by Tool’s song “Right in Two”)

Part 34 - Right in Two

Chris and Dennis finished their story by telling us that Grace had left them. She said that they shouldn’t worry about her because she was immune to the zombie infection. There was something in her blood that made her heal incredibly fast and, although she had been bitten multiple times, she had never crossed over to the undead side. Grace hoped her son had the same sort of immunity. She assumed that he did since Frank had said he was still alive. That was the only reason Frank had been keeping her alive.

Frank had placed her in one of his twisted and demented undead torture positions with an incredibly dead man. Half of the skin on the man’s face was missing, exposing half of a very toothy grin. He smelled of rotting flesh and feces. This zombie man was nothing more than a torso rigged up to a pulley hanging from the ceiling. Grace had been bitten several times on her side and buttocks as Frank would lower and raise the zombie on top of her.

After the first night of this excruciating torture she had been left alone. Frank was stupefied and horrified that she didn’t have a single bite on her in the morning. She was covered in her own dried blood but there wasn’t a puncture mark to be found. Frank repeated this torture for five nights straight, always with the same result.

“Angels on the sideline,

Puzzled and amused.

Why did Father give these humans free will?

Now they're all confused.”

After the five nights of hell Frank transferred her to the basement where Dennis met her tied to a metal drum. Frank would go down into the basement to “visit” her. He would bite her, beat her and drink her blood. He hoped that her immunity and special gift of healing would somehow get transferred to him. It never did.

Grace would always know when Frank found new victims. She would hear the footsteps above her. Unable to scream for help because she was either gagged or too beaten to muster a sound or move. Then Grace would smell the pancakes cooking and the sounds of people having a leisurely chat. Exactly the same scenario and routine as when she had first walked into Frank’s house of horrors with her sister and son.

“Don't these talking monkeys know that

Eden has enough to go around?

Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys,

Where there's one you're bound to divide it.

Right in two.”

Grace had chosen to leave Dennis and Chris before coming to the house. She said that if she found her son she would come to the house and maybe her son and Evie could have a play date as the last two living children on earth.

I couldn’t imagine losing my little Evie. I think I would willingly throw my life to the zombies if i ever did. Let me stop thinking about it...

Now there were the six of us left in the house. We had enough food to last us for another five to six days and we had been lucky collecting rain water.

“Angels on the sideline,

Baffled and confused.

Father blessed them all with reason.

And this is what they choose.

And this is what they choose...”

The overall vibe in the house was good. I was even getting along with Alex better than we had before. Evie was learning new words and repeating everything that was said. One afternoon she repeated the word “fuck” and I told her not to say that cause it was a bad word. Alex gave me a funny look and asked what it would hurt for her to say it. It’s not like we would be putting her in preschool where she might accidentally teach it to other children. Besides, Evie might end up being the last person on earth. In which case she should know every word possible whether they were good or bad.

I cried that night.

“Monkey killing monkey killing monkey

Over pieces of the ground.

Silly monkeys give them thumbs,

They forge a blade,

And where there's one

they're bound to divide it,

Right in two.

Right in two.”

The weather is beginning to change and I think summer is officially over. I say that I think that because I’m a few days off of keeping up with the calendar. It was a little something to help me feel like the world hadn’t completely gone off it’s axis. But let’s face it. It has.

The banker is eating the poor. A woman is eating her young. Yet the living can’t find a meal. Governments have collapsed and the value of money is equivalent to that of toilet paper. I’d actually prefer to have toilet paper. Petty arguments about what to have for dinner have been replaced with lengthy discussions about how to find dinner. I used to watch horror movies for fun and now I’m living through one.

“Monkey killing monkey killing monkey.

Over pieces of the ground.

Silly monkeys give them thumbs.

They make a club.

And beat their brother, down.

How they survive so misguided is a mystery.”

We have been talking about building a larger fence around the front of the property. It’s just talk for now because even though a larger fence might keep out more zombies it’s a huge risk. It’s a risk while we are building it with the amount of noise we might make and it’s an even bigger risk for the unwanted attention we might get from the wrong type of survivors.

“Angels on the sideline again.

Benched along with patience and reason.

Angels on the sideline again

Wondering when this tug of war will end.”

The Walking Dead - Season 2 FIRST LOOK

2011-09-22T14:44:00.000-07:00

That's a pretty lucky shot. I don't think most people could throw a rock and hit a zombie in the head, let alone with enough force to knock it down. Although, most zombies don't have the best balance. I imagine baseball pitchers could do a ton of damage to an oncoming zombie horde with a bag of rocks. :0)

The Walking Dead: Season 2 TRAILER

2011-09-22T14:36:00.001-07:00

The Walking Dead Season 2 will premiere on FX on Friday 16st October at 9/8c pm.

FOUND ZOMBIE ARTICLE on CBS NEWS

2011-09-17T20:19:00.000-07:00

I found this article at http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2011/09/16/scitech/main20107552.shtml

Archeologists unearth evidence of zombie scare in medieval Ireland

8th century skeleton with stone jammed into its mouth (Chris Read)

(CBS News) Halloween is still more than one month away but archeologists working in Ireland have uncovered a couple of 8th century human skeletons that point to a ghoulish story.

The skeletons, dug up between 2005 and 2009 at Kilteasheen, near Loch Key in Ireland, were found with stones stuck into their mouths. Researchers examining the remains suggest this may have been related to a belief among the locals that this practice would prevent the dead from returning to walk the Earth as zombies.

What began as a survey of medieval churches in Co. Roscommon, Ireland, has since turned into one of Ireland's largest research excavations. Indeed, the project has so far turned up more than 120 skeletons in a cemetery which dates between the 7th and 14th centuries. The site has revealed traces from the Neolithic, Bronze Age, Early and later Medieval eras.

Chris Read from the Institute of Technology in Sligo, Ireland, said that one of the skeletons - both were men of indeterminate age - had a large black stone deliberately shoved into his mouth. "The other had his head turned to the side and had an even larger stone wedged quite violently into his mouth so that his jaws were almost dislocated," Read told Discovery News. He added that the stones might have acted as a barrier to prevent revenants or the "walking dead from returning from their graves.

Click here to read the story on Discovery News. You can also get a sense of the terrain and the excavations from this 2009 video posted on YouTube

QUARANTINE 2: zombies on a plane!

2011-09-08T12:24:00.001-07:00

CHECK OUT THIS ZOMBIE STORE

2011-08-25T15:47:00.000-07:00

Chocolate Zombie Lollipops

Zombie Gnomes

When you need to find that perfect zombie gift for someone or you just want something undead of your own...go to Zombiescantlove.com

Everything is handmade by artists and everything is about zombies!!

Caution Zombie Messenger Bags

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Trailer for The Goon

2011-08-19T09:24:00.000-07:00

This trailer is almost like a short animated film on it's own. I can't wait to see the feature it's a trailer for.

Zombie tee shirt

2011-07-25T14:26:00.001-07:00

I saw this tee shirt at a Wal-mart. There's a zombie face printed on the inside of the shirt so that the wearer can flip it up over his or her head. This is hysterical to me!

It's kind of interesting how zombies have become such a pop culture trend right now.

Zombie in store

2011-06-30T06:59:00.001-07:00

I came across this guy at a store in downtown manhattan.

"They're coming to get you Barbara."

ZOMBIE PROTEST IN CHILE

2011-06-27T16:59:00.001-07:00

Around 3,000 Chilean students demonstrated in front of La Moneda presidential palace.

They dressed up as zombies and danced to Michael Jackson's "Thriller". They did this because they believe that education is currently dead and they demand for higher education reforms.

[Jaira Sepulveda, Student]:
"Public education is dying so we took this Michael Jackson creation and we united to this movement that is dying, the zombies. At its heart, that's what it is. And behind each zombie, there's a family. This has much deeper meaning."

The students are calling for greater spending on schools and reforms in Chile's educational system.

WALKING DEAD SEASON 2: First look

2011-06-09T16:27:00.000-07:00

AMC just released this first look photo from the upcoming season of The Walking Dead. It is currently in production in Atlanta, Georgia. The makeup looks great, now let's see if the writing of the story will match. I wish they would just stick to the excellent storyboard that is already drawn. But I guess they "have to " change it for television viewers...

Zombie Leg

2011-06-07T14:49:00.001-07:00

This guy was standing on a street corner in Astoria. I asked if I could take a picture of his leg and he said no problem. Pretty great tattoo and it must have hurt like a zombie bite.

Zombie Attack: Zombie Crawl NYC 2011

2011-06-03T17:46:00.001-07:00

ZOMBIE CRAWL BROOKLYN, NY

2011-06-03T16:54:00.000-07:00

Here they are...finally..the pictures from Zombie Crawl NYC 2011. If you don't find your picture here there are more at ZombieZoneNews.com

ENJOY!

Confused Zombie

2011-05-30T11:42:00.001-07:00

What do you mean there's only booze and no brains?

Zombie Walk 2011 Brooklyn, NY

Bikini babe zombie

2011-05-30T08:33:00.001-07:00

She's looking for ice cream and brains!

Zombie Crawl 2011, Brooklyn NY

She had a toilet cleaner

2011-05-30T08:30:00.001-07:00

Zombie Crawl 2011, New York City

ZOMBIE CRAWL NYC 2011!

2011-05-28T19:43:00.000-07:00

" WHEN THERE IS NO MORE BOOZE IN HELL, THE DEAD WILL WALK THE EARTH"

NYC Zombie Crawl Springtime Event
Sunday, May 29th - 4pm - Knitting Factory - 361 Metropolitan Avenue, Brooklyn, NY 11211
Afterparty - 8:30pm - Public Assembly - 70 N 6th St, Brooklyn NY - $8, 21+

There will be zombie makeup and a zombie attack on the hipsters of Brooklyn.

The undead will roam the streets of brooklyn in search of brains and booze!

I can't wait...

There is also a contest for the best footage from the zombie crawl up on youtube. So show up with your camera, shoot and enter on youtube.

For all the details and more information go to http://nyczombiecrawl.com/news/

Come back here to see photos from this 2011 Zombie Crawl.

Part 33 - What will you be wearing when they attack?

2011-04-19T20:26:00.000-07:00

IMAGE BY KIM K. from LostZombies.com

Part 33 - Our Saving Grace

Chris and Dennis were not only telling us that there were other survivors but that some of these survivors might hold the secret to a cure, vaccination or immunity to turning into a zombie. I couldn't believe my ears. I kept interrupting with a million questions until Don grabbed my arm and made me shut up, so they could finish what they had to say.

Chris continued telling us how they got out of the diner and back to the house, alive...

Chris and Grace waited until they heard the whistle signal from Dennis indicating he was in position on the side of the diner and that the back was clear. Chris slowly unlatched one of the glass doors to the Dixie Diner and quietly pushed the door open. Grace stepped out first before Chris could stop her. She went running at the zombie who had once been a prominent black doctor in the community. He had won several awards for his community charity work and excellence in his field. Now he had a nine iron cracking through the left side of his neck. Grace got her golf club wedged through to where is adam's apple should have been and pulled forward. Drug dealers used to use a similar technique, it was called a columbian necktie, they would slit open a man's throat and pull his tongue through the hole. Instead, Grace pulled her golf club forward and pulled part of the zombie's spine through the hole. It came through with a jolt and a splat as part of the upper limit of the epidural space swung out. (This is the space which is the point where the spine meets the base of the skull.) Her club came free as the zombie's head flopped back. The back of his head now rested on the upper part of his back between his shoulder blades with his jaw still chewing at thin air. He continued to charge in the direction he thought Grace was standing. She moved aside with no problem.

Behind Grace the woman in the Who tee shirt stubbled towards her, dragging her broken foot, slowing her down considerably. Dennis wasted no time, as soon as he saw Grace fly into action and went after the woman zombie with his jagged edged lead pipe. He struck her in the side of the head and she fell to the ground with a thud. She rolled on her side and seemed to try to growl or scream or something. Instead it just sounded like someone trying to moan while gargling a mouth full of coagulated blood. She tilted her head, where her lower jaw should have been, up towards Dennis and raised her hands. He stabbed through the top of her mouth, through her teeth, straight into her skull and out through the back. The lead pipe made a bone crushing, moist brain cutting, hard hitting noise on the way in. The zombie woman's body went limp as soon as Dennis withdrew his pipe. A reasonable chunk of her brain was still lodged in the hollow part of the pipe. He shook it and the dark pieces of rotton, bloody, dangerous, disgusting zombie brains slid out onto the ground.

Chris finished the doctor. He simply kicked him in the back forcing him to fall on his chest. His almost severed head rolled off his back and onto the ground. The loose fatty tissue, small arteries, and a network of large, thin walled blood vessels were now twisted and barely holding the dead man's head to his body. Chris brought his bat down hard. He swung and swung until the zombie's skull split open like a pinata.

Dennis, Chris and Grace looked around for anymore attackers and then smiled at each other. That wasn't so hard. It's a lot easier when the good guys out number the zombies. Ya know.

They all turned towards a sudden, fast crunching noise of someone running at them. It was frank and he was pissed. He swung the metal sledgehammer fast and clipped the side of Dennis's head. Luckily he didn't make full contact or Dennis would not have lived to tell the tale. Normally, a sledgehammer would be hard to swing around, let alone use as a weapon. But Frank had so much adrenaline and hate flowing through his veins he was like a made man with the power of ten.

Chris stepped forward and caught Frank in the back of his knees. Frank fell to the ground yet managed to swing the hammer again and drop Chris to the ground next to him. Just inches from his face, Chris couldn't resist getting revenge for what Frank had made him endure. He opened his mouth wide and bit down into the fleshy part of Frank's cheek. He tore a solid piece of meat rom his face while Frank howled in pain. Every member of the undead within half a mile heard him like a dinner bell.

Dennis did his best to shake off the pain and the ringing in his ear. His eyes came back into focus in time to see Chris eating Frank's face. His brain scrambled. Had Chris turned into a flesh eater and how did he turn that fast. Just when Dennis thought he was going to have to kill his friend he saw Chris spit out his very untasty treat.

Grace searched the tree line around the diner a little too late. Her sister lunged at her from behind and sank her half broken teeth into the round part of her shoulder. Grace screamed and rang the second dinner bell. Grace yanked her sister off by her hair. Her sister got slightly tossed away while most of her hair stayed in Grace's hand. Along with rotting parts of her scalp. Grace's sister was still wearing her favorite green and white jersey. The same jersey she had on the day the first wave of zombies showed up in their small town. The same jersey she wore while they ran for their lives, hid under cars, met other survivors only to watch them being eaten by people who were once human. Her name used to be Lilliane and now she wanted to eat Grace.

Chris stood up quickly and knocked out most of Frank's front teeth. There was a loud crack as Frank's jaw shattered. Followed by a second loud crack as Grace made contact between her sister's skull and her golf club, now badly bent. Grace began to cry softly under her breath while she got her little sister's brains to spill out on the ground. Through the tears in her eyes she looked over at Chris. He was almost in mid swing to take off the rest of Frank's head when Grace yelled out.

"DON'T KILL HIM!! NO! DON'T KILL FRANK!" She ran to stop Chris.

Chris looked up at Grace running his way and Dennis was busy looking at something else. Shapes shambling in the distance towards them. Lots of shapes. The undead were hungry and ready for their dinner.

"Um, Chris...I think we need to get the fuck out of here...NOW!" Dennis backed up and pointed ahead down the road and then towards the trees.

Grace fell to the ground next to Frank and held his head. Blood was gushing from his nose and he looked barely conscious. She brought his face to hers and stared him in the eyes.

"Please tell me where my son is...Please...if you have anything close to a soul left.Please tell me where he is." Grace pleaded.

Chris tried to grab Grace away from Frank but she wouldn't let go of his face. She pleaded with Frank to tell her where her son was. It seemed like he tried to say something but his jaw just clicked. Dennis helped Chris and they tore her off of Frank. They got a few feet away and Grace broke free running back towards Frank and the hungry zombies who were now closing in. Luckily none of these guys were fast. Most looked like they had been dead since the beginning or almost as long. Some were nothing more than rotting skeletons barely held together.

Grace tried to get Frank to talk one last time. To tell her where her son was and if he was even alive. Right before she was dragged away she heard Frank say "He's still alive but you can ....go fuck yourself". Grace felt a ping of hope and sudden pit in her stomach. Her son was alive but would she ever find him. This was almost worse than hearing he was already dead. Dennis threw her over his shoulder and they ran towards the tree line that had the least amount of movement. She looked back and watched as the flesh eaters swarmed in on Frank and tore him limb from limb. Sinking their teeth, fingernails and bones into him. Ripping out his bowels and sucking on his intestines.

Zombies vs. Models

2011-04-08T13:09:00.000-07:00

I found this on the wonderful interweb. Anybody know where it's originally from?

ONE OF OUR LOVELY WINNERS HERE AT Z.C.L.

2011-02-20T12:36:00.000-08:00

Meet Sarah. She named the newest character in the ongoing story here. The name she gave was Grace and Grace is about to reveal a very important secret... soon...

Sarah is from Cumbria, England and she is pictured here in the "Zombies Can't Love" tee shirt that she won.

Dear Sarah,

Thank you for entering the contest and thank you for reading this blog.

- Chante

DEAD ISLAND CGI trailer for XBOX 360

2011-02-20T11:40:00.000-08:00

The trailer for this video game is awesome. It's like a short movie in itself. If this had been done with real people I could imagine it getting into film festivals. Seriously, good work to the guys who made this!

WIN A COPY OF "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies: Dreadfully Ever After"

2011-02-14T19:17:00.000-08:00

WIN A COPY OF "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies: Dreadfully Ever After"

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a reader in possession of Pride & Prejudice & Zombies, must be in want of more Pride & Prejudice &Zombies.

  The thrilling conclusion to the Pride & Prejudice & Zombies trilogy is due out on March 22nd 2011 but you can enter to win one of two copies here at Zombies Can't Love.

  This hair-raising and heart-pounding story opens with our newly married protagonists, Elizabeth and Fitzwilliam Darcy, defending their village from an army of flesh-eating “unmentionables.” But the honeymoon has barely begun when poor Mr. Darcy is nipped by a rampaging dreadful.
  Elizabeth knows the proper course of action is to promptly behead her husband (and then burn the corpse, just to be safe). But when she learns of a miracle antidote under development in London, she realizes there may be one last chance to save her true love—and for everyone to live happily ever after.

With the Pride & Prejudice & Zombies film on the way, it's hard not to be excited for the conclusion of the book series.

TO WIN YOU MUST DO THE FOLLOWING OR PREPARE TO BECOME ONE OF THE UNDEAD!!

1 - Sign up as a follower here on my blog and leave me a comment under this posting (if you are already a member just leave me a comment)

2 - Enjoy things that are undead. That's it!

Please have your entry in by midnight of March 18 2011. The two main winners will receive copies of the book and there will be one honorable mention who will receive a Zombies Can't Love tee shirt.

Winners will be announced on March 22nd 2011. The books and tee shirt will ship within 2-4 weeks after the winners are notified.

The winning pictures will be posted up on my blog.

THANK YOU TO ALL WHO WILL ENTER AND GOOD LUCK!!

if you have questions feel free to comment here and ask... Chante

It will also be on sale at Amazon.com March 22 2011.

Black Death: not your typical zombie movie

2011-02-12T10:38:00.000-08:00

I recently had the pleasure of viewing “ Black Death” directed by Christopher Smith from Magnet of Magnolia Pictures. I do mean pleasure because this film was original and I always enjoy when characters stay true to their natures. The film in itself stayed true and delivered an entertaining and pensive moment.

I feel that religion isn’t something that is of a high priority these days. People are more in tune with technology and what’s the latest thing going on in some semi-celebrity-reality-star’s life rather than whether or not they are going to heaven or hell. This film reminds us of how far we have come from the crusades and dark ages when the black plague was rampant.

Just as the title implies, the black plague or black death plays a role and a heavy backdrop to this surprisingly original film. It’s 1348 and a group of god abiding demon “bounty hunters” sent by the church take on, what they believe will be, a journey into hell to find a necromancer and do “god’s work”. They describe the necromancer as one who takes the dead from the cold, wet earth and breaths new life into them (creates zombies). A young monk volunteers to lead the bounty hunters to the village they are seeking the necromancer in. (Side note: Did you know that “Ring Around the Rosey” was a song about the black plague? Next time you see some kids singing it feel free to get creeped out - you’re welcome. ) Back to the film...

There is more than one plague in this film. There is the pestilence causing sickness and disease and then there is the plague of religion which is just as infectious and deadly. Another reoccuring theme is that of the zombie. There are women brought back from the dead, people reduced to nothing but walking dead while seeking vengeance and stories of cannibalism. While this isn’t a zombie movie by any generic definition of the genre I would include it in the category non the less.

If blood and heavy gore with people eating people is what you seek for a zombie movie...this isn’t the film for you. But if you would like a good story with more subtle definitions of a zombie. Every person in this movie is already a potential member of the dead walking. There is even the element, which all zombie movies have, a place that is free of infection and safe from harm - but for how long? There are some good fight scenes and good torture/death scenes this may just be a great film for you to watch. Plus a generous amount of blood and gore without being over the top. I completely believed every character and the world in which they lived.

Overall, “Black Death” is a well written movie incorporating a bit of real history of how zombies were made, criticism of religion in all forms, the witch hunts of old, vengeance and the overall question of the solidity of a person’s faith.

Ulrich (Sean Bean- Lord of the Rings, Silent Hill) and Osmund (Eddie Redmayne - The Good Shepherd, The Other Boleyn Girl) gives great performances and I have to commend the director of photography, Sebastian Edschmind for his color palette and great job for creating the overall feel of this film.

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"The Zombie Farm" - a new film out March 8th on DVD

2011-01-25T15:25:00.000-08:00

To read the synopsis of this upcoming zombie movie go to zombiezonenews.com. Thanks!

Khotan (El Cartel, Dame Chocolate), Adriana Catano (Cotorreando), Roberto Montesinos (Hawthorne, Gridiron Gang) and Monika Munoz (Rebelde) star in director Ricardo Islas’ (Lockout, Night Fangs,Headcrusher) trip into the horrifying world of the un-dead where voodoo and zombies collide. This is a new release debuting on DVD March 8th from Maya Entertainment.

The Zombie Farm was filmed in both English and Spanish. It has a running time of 90 minutes and is not rated.

Zombie, Spaceship, Wasteland: Interview with Patton Oswalt

2011-01-16T17:11:00.000-08:00

Excerpt from my article and interview -

"Patton Oswalt is an outstanding stand up comedian whose observational dark humor can help you realize how messed up real life situations are with a laugh. He’s also well known for his role on the television show ” The King of Queens” and for lending his voice to a delightful animated rat the Pixar film “Ratatouille”. Now he will also be known as a published writer after the release of his first book “Zombie Spaceship Wasteland: A Book By Patton Oswalt”."

To read my full story including the interview with Patton Oswalt about his book and his thoughts on zombies follow this link -

http://www.zombiezonenews.com/archives/zombie-spaceship-wasteland-interview-with-patton-oswalt/

Thanks! Chante T.

Movie Review - Last of the Living (2008)

2011-01-12T11:50:00.000-08:00

I recently watched a great indie zombie flick from New Zealand called " Last of the Living". I wasn't sure what I was going to find at the end of this putrified, undead rainbow but I liked it. There was no pot of gold but there was a bunch of great zombie moments and a story line that didn't bore me to death.

If you want to read my full review go to Zombie Zone News.com.

You can find out more about this movie and see how many zombie heads I thought it was worth.

Remember, always aim for the head!

Zombies Can't Love : Newest Contributing Writer for Zombie Zone News

2011-01-04T21:01:00.000-08:00

If you would like to read my brief introduction on the Zombie Zone News website follow this link.

http://www.zombiezonenews.com/archives/zombies-cant-love-is-happy-to-be-the-newest-contributing-writer-for-zzn-2/

Thank you for all of your support, keep reading and don't forget to aim for the head!

Chapter 32 - Pick up and keep moving on

2011-01-03T23:24:00.000-08:00

Image by - Martin from Germany http://www.youtube.com/captainstrykerofdoom

Chapter 32 - Pick up and keep moving on

Chris rolled over and hit his forehead into the base of a diner stool. His eyes opened and he saw his reflection staring back at him like a fun house mirror image. His tongue was like sandpaper and his lips were stained red from the wine they had drank the night before. The light of the rising sun was just starting to come through the diner windows on all sides. It would probably be a very bad idea to stand up. Instead he rolled over rubbing his head and came face to toe with Grace’s feet. She was still asleep on the floor next to him. She had a grease stained apron over her upper body and an almost content, angelic look on her face. Chris leaned up and could see Dennis crouched down against the far wall peeking over the edge of the window at something outside. Chris slowly crawled over to Dennis who waved him to stay low. Outside there were two zombies lurking about. Neither one seemed particularly interested in the diner and yet neither one would leave the parking lot. It was like they were stuck in a sort of perpetual tango.

“What’s going on?” Chris asked.

“I dunno, it’s weird. These two showed up about an hour ago heading straight for the diner. Almost like they had a purpose and now...well...now, you can see what they’re doing now. Just stuck in the parking lot like a couple of ...well...zombies.” Dennis replied.

Chris snickered at Dennis’s bad pun and continued to observe the dead walking outside.

“So what do you think of Grace?” Chris asked as he slid his back down the wall and sat on the floor wishing he had a cigarette.

“She’s okay. I wish she would tell us more about herself but I’m sure being locked up with that psycho can’t help her with trusting strangers.” Dennis said as he sat down next to Chris and they both stared across the diner to the woman seemingly sleeping silently on the floor.

Something about the acoustics of the diner enabled Grace to hear their conversation quite well, even though they weren’t talking very loud. Maybe it had something to do with the rounded edges of the diners ceiling or maybe it was because of the complete lack of other noise. There wasn’t your usual background hum of electricity or chirping of birds. There was just Dennis and Chris’s conversation landing on her most awake and open ears.

“So what was it like getting bit by living humans?” Dennis asked as Chris touches his face.

“It was fucking terrifying! I had no idea they were alive until they obeyed Frank and stopped. We both know a zombie would never stop feasting just because we ask.” Chris touches one of his bite wounds and it feels hot and burns a little. The skin is just beginning to heal and itches in all the most inopportune place.

“So, do you think we should take Grace with us all the way to the house or should we take her somewhere else and sort of, “screen her”?” Chris asked as he watched Dennis play with the lead pipe in his hands. It had occurred to Chris that bringing a random person to the house might be a bad idea since the last random person to show up kidnapped Evie. Dennis just kept messing with his pipe and staring at Grace before saying that he thought it would be okay. Especially after seeing the way Frank had treated Grace in the basement. He did think however that they should see how she felt about children since children were and are a touchy subject. After all, Evie might be the last one alive in the world.

Grace held her breath. A child. There was another living child in the world besides her own. How could she betray these people with a child , even if it was to save her own son and sister. Grace slowly moved acting like she was just waking up. Chris and Dennis stopped talking. She sat up and heard Chris give out a little “shhhh” noise and wave her to stay down. Grace replied with a head nod and smile. Grace knew Frank couldn’t be far or at least knew where they were. She was going to have to change his plan somehow. She couldn’t live with herself if Frank got his hands on another child, let alone a little girl. So young and innocent. She just hoped that her sister was with her son, like Frank had told her, watching over him. As she removed the greasy, oily, slightly smelly apron from her shoulders she tried to think up what she could do to help these two men without getting her family killed. Frank had told her that if she delivered more living people to him, then he would let her son and sister go free. But after walking through Frank’s “hall of horrors” she was doubtful that he would actually keep his promise. Maybe she could do something with her ability? It was an ability that had proved to be her saving grace, more than once. Perhaps it would save her again. Grace crawled over to Chris and Dennis while wishing them a good morning.

“Morning Grace.”

Grace leaned up and glanced out the window. An undead woman in a a Who tee shirt dragged her broken foot behind her and her lower jaw was chewed off. As an undead black man with a chewed out Adam's apple and a torn out right arm danced around with her in a disgusting dance of the dead. Both had been dead for a while and neither one would be winning Dancing with the Stars anytime soon.

“So...what’s the plan...where are we heading today?” Grace asked.

Chris and Dennis looked at each other. “First thing, we have to get past the two outside with out attracting any attention. Daylight might be good for us but it’s god for them too. They can spot us easier.” Dennis said.

“...Second,” Chris interrupts,” we’re gonna take you to our hide out, it’s just a place we can go to collect our thoughts and supplies before we move on...”

Grace leans up again to look out the window. “The outside should be easy...the black guy is missing his vocal chords and...” Grace’s voice trails off as she spots Frank’s outline in the bushes and trees just beyond the parking lot . There’s another familiar human outline not far from him, appears to be lead on a sort of leash and bound. Grace’s heart skips a beat. Did Frank really bring her? Why? For what? At least she was still alive but where was...

“Grace...Grace...what were you saying? and what?”

“Huh, um...oh...I dunno...it should just be easy with only two of them outside.” Grace slid back down against the wall and smiled and the two men next to her. If she was outside maybe she could save her.

Chris and Dennis told grace to prepare herself for their dash outside. Dennis would go out the back while Chris and her went out the front. Dennis would make his presence known so they could come up from behind and smash the undead’s heads in. The beating would be severe but well warranted. Then they could run to the next “safe house”. Grace agreed and prayed that maybe “she” would get loose and over power Frank or maybe they could stop Frank without her direct involvement so she could find out where her son was being held. Today was going to be a very interesting day.

Hit him with SNOWBALLS!

2010-12-27T14:08:00.000-08:00

Another awesome addition to the zombie world from our good friend Martin in Germany. Keep up the good work Martin! This video made me laugh :)

Martin's youtube is http://www.youtube.com/captainstrykerofdoom

Part 31 - Cherries, Ketchup and Sugar

2010-11-15T16:53:00.000-08:00

Image from iStockphoto.com

Part 31

The three walked silently as they interweaved their paths through backyards, over fences and ducking behind cars. None of them had weapons, so the best tactic was to go undetected by the dead. Dennis remembered seeing a small diner on the other side of town, closer to our place. It was pointless to try and run around in the dark, especially unarmed. They quickly decided it would be best to find a safe location to hunker down in for the night. Who knew if the dead could smell a living person? Similar to a snake detecting the heat of it’s prey. If this were the case, then zombies would have quite an advantage in the dark.

The diner would be locked up tight. But if it wasn’t, then we could assume the location was compromised and the dead may be inside. Chris found a baseball bat, Dennis found a lead pipe and the woman found a golf club. They walked up slowly to the little diner with metallic silver siding. Chris kept jumping at his own reflection as they trailed the wall, peering into the windows. Until they got to the front door. There were two sets of double doors. So far so good, the big, glass doors were clean and they were locked.

Chris and the woman stayed by the front doors while Dennis broke into the kitchen door. The overwhelming smell of rotten fruit clawed at Dennis’s eyes causing them to tear. It wouldn’t matter if there weren’t any zombies inside if it still smelled like there was. As he blinked hard and caught his breath he closed his eyes and listened. Nothing. If there had there been a zombie in the this putrid smelling kitchen it would have been alerted by his kicks to the door. Still nothing. He ran across the kitchen, through the single swing door, out into the main dining area, over to the register and thanked his luck that it wasn't an electric cash register. It was an old analogue one. He hit the total sales key and the drawer popped open. A set of keys with a small silver elephant keychain rattled quietly.

Dennis had worked in a diner very similar to this one when he was in high school. His dad had been the cook. He was always the first one in the kitchen and the last one out. Dennis had helped him close up many times and the cash drawer was always where the front door keys were kept. He unlocked the double glass entrance doors and gave a quiet whistle. Chris and the woman ran out from the shadows, closing the doors behind them. The front of the restaurant didn’t smell bad at all. The foul air was almost only present in the kitchen. They managed to move a small fridge over to close the broken back door.

They found new jars of olives, Marchiano cherries, ketchup, packets of sugar and salt behind the counter. There was even warm bottles of water in a corner of the dark display fridge. The cakes and pies had long turned into festering, moldy mounds under their glass covers. They rotted and dried up long ago and now only remained as dark gray and blue carcasses. The three made a bizarre meal out of the condiments and garnishes they had found.

Chris explained how he had been tied up in a room with leather whips and chains on the walls. His restraints hadn’t been tied properly and he was able to loosen them. Frank didn’t notice and kept raving on and on about his daughters. Eventually Chris came up with the idea to tell Frank that he had met other survivors, women survivors who had little girls with them. Chris made a deal to tell Frank where they were if he promised to let him go when he came back with the women. Frank immediately agreed and no sooner than Chris had given him the fake address and fake descriptions of the women, Frank was gone. This is when Chris got free and ran down to the first floor. That’s when he heard strange noises coming from the pantry.

Sounds of the undead eating, feasting, killing. At first, when he looked in the pantry, it didn’t make sense. The boxes of pancake mix were neatly stacked on one wall. Aunt Jemima smiled happily wearing her new strands of pearls. That’s when Chris saw the back wall wasn’t straight. Frank had accidentally left the hidden door slightly open. Chris peered into the dark, moist, bloody room. The scene of horror was overwhelming. He had to find Dennis and get out of this house of horrors. After searching the room and finding the exit Chris went back into the house. Searching the top floor downward. Finally finding the basement door, feeling the woman’s warm body in the darkness, freeing her and then releasing Dennis.

Dennis thanked Chris and put another three olives in his mouth.

“I wish I had a martini to go with these olives.” the woman said.

Chris and Dennis look up at her and chuckled.

“I’d take booze of any kind right now.” Dennis chimed in.

“Too bad this isn’t a bar.” Chris replied.

The three stopped eating and looked at each other before bursting out laughing. They quickly stopped but for a split second the world was a happy place.

“Guess we can bond as friends in the best way, like only alcoholics can.” the woman said as she pulled out a bottle of wine from the far end of the counter.

“Damn, did I just die and go to heaven?” Chris joked. “ What did you say your name was again?” Chris asked the woman searching for a bottle opener.

She put her fingers round the top of the cork screw and began turning. The silver twist lowered into the cork, further and further down. Each twist bringing the promise of booze closer to their lips.

“My name is Grace.” The bottled popped open and Grace looked at the two men with a smile. Something about her was relaxing and comforting. They spent the night drinking and whispering on the floor of the diner. Once in a while a shadow would appear to be moving somewhere on the other side of the windows.

REVIEW of The Walking Dead on AMC

2010-11-04T12:05:00.000-07:00

Like many of you out there I watched the premiere of The Walking Dead on Halloween night. I have to admit that I was slightly disappointed.

I read the first compendium of The Walking Dead and it is a must read for any zombie fan. That's why I don't understand why the director of the TV show didn't follow the perfectly made storyboard (comic book) already available.

Within the first 3-5 minutes of the show I was unhappy. I feel like they tried to explain too much through dialogue instead of just letting the viewer learn about the characters through their actions. You don't watch a movie or show to have a story told to you, you watch to have a story shown to you. The pace of the TV show left me shocked at how little they showed in 90 minutes. Disappointing.

On a good note, I think that the casting so far is pretty on point and the zombies look fantastic. I am glad that they used real extras for the zombies instead of trying to do it all in post with CG effects.

Overall, I feel like they should have stayed truer to the comic and not tried to ad lib so much and the makeup and visual effects rock! I will be glued to my TV faithfully next Sunday night for the next installment of The Walking Dead on AMC. Hopefully it gets better from here (fingers crossed).

Part 30 - A walk through Hell

2010-10-06T20:35:00.000-07:00

Image by Chris Sjafiroeddin, from Lost Zombies dot com.

Breath.

Breath.

Focus on your heartbeat. Hear it beating? Are you sure that's your heartbeat or is that your brain telling you that you have a heartbeat?

Breath.

The blood flowing through your veins gives you life and your heartbeat keeps it all going. Your brain processes thoughts and emotions but does your brain control hunger? Does your brain control the urge to "need" something? Some of you will say yes but then...how do you explain zombies? They have a need for living, human flesh. They have a need to feed...

Dennis slowly opened his eyes. He tried to focus in the darkness but all he can focus on is more darkness. Something woke him, something is moving just beyond him and it isn't the woman tied up across the way. He can feel the movement in the air and someone is whispering. Suddenly he feels hands on his legs and hands on his shoulders. Something moves precariously close to Dennis's head and his first thought is "this is the end". Dennis awaits the feeling of being bit into, of having skin and muscle torn from his bones. The ultimate feeling of helplessness as his life is eaten away from him. He wished he hadn't joined the military and had married his childhood sweetheart in a romantic moment. But then he probably would have to had to live the horror of watching them torn to shreds by a pack of hungry undead. Watch his beloved have her hair torn out and arms devoured by the neighbor and his son's back torn apart and open like a rack of baby back ribs. All this while he fought to defend his own life defenseless to help his family. Dennis closed his eyes tight waiting for the first bite.

But the first bite never comes. Instead he feels a heavy, warm breath.

"It's me...let's go" Chris's voice is a happy sound for sore ears. the hands on his legs are comforting and pleasant, must be the woman...

Dennis feels his wrists go free and he draws his hands in front of him. Nobody speaks and Chris guides him to stand up. They slowly walk up the stairs in the pitch darkness. Chris leading the way and Dennis following up at the end.

"Ok, Frank went out and I managed to get free. All of the doors are locked from the inside except for one door I found but we have to walk though... well... just follow me, stay close..."

Chris opens the basement door and Dennis is temporarily blinded by the light. It feels like ages since he saw light. Eyes re-focus. Welcome back to the happy golden yellow kitchen. It now looks less happy, though, and more like a movie set. The color makes Dennis want to puke and everything looks staged. The maple syrup bottle on the table has a sticker on it that says "Organic from Maine" and shows a snowing forest scene.

"Let's go!"

Dennis and the woman follow Chris through the makeshift kitchen, through a small hallway with empty picture frames and into the pantry. The back of the pantry swings open and the smell of decay burns their nostrils. Tears begin to form as they are thrown into hell.

A hand swings by Dennis's foot and he barely avoids it. Low amber lights illuminate a tight path and blood coats the floor, walls and ceiling. The hand returns to what it's doing and Dennis looks over. a young woman is strapped to the wall tightly and a zombie, the same zombie who just swiped at him returns to the meal of her left calf. you can tell she's still alive as tears flow down her cheeks like a river. the zombie continuously sinks his front teeth into her leg drawing out flesh and pain. The zombie is also chained up unable to go farther than his meal. The next scene Dennis walks by isn't that much different except it's a man chained to the wall with his legs spread. A vicious head is busy eating away at his inner thigh, just inches from his family jewels. It sounds like a fat man sucking the bones of a T-bone steak with a slurpy tongue. The man is unable to scream because his mouth is gagged with a ball and leather strap. Somebody thought about his position in depth.

the next unfortunate victim is unable to scream or move. Her head looks like a dinner plate of sloppy Joe as the zombie chained behind her shovels fist fulls of her brains into his mouth. Dennis paused a moment to watch. slowly the girl's eyes widen, she couldn't be older than fourteen. Her jaw begins to jar. Her eyes begin to move and the zombie behind her stops eating. Dennis wonders how the other zombie knows to stop eating. Zombies are dead cannibals yet they won't eat each other. The woman from the basement tugs on Dennis's arm and he moves forward. His feet slosh through a pool of vomit. The next two scenes disturb Dennis to his core.

Two women are chained up in a precariously weird balance. The first is biting into the others legs and the other woman is biting into her attackers back, teeth first. Both seem to have had their hand severed and bandaged. They are both alive, in the sense that they aren't zombies and yet both appear completely dead. The final scene is of nothing that should exist, not even in hell.

A man, only partially bound, has a knife and is slicing hunks of dead flesh off of a fully bound zombie. He is filleting rotten meat off of the zombie's rib cage in the same fashion a person might slice meat off of a Gyro round of meat. Slowly chewing and ingesting each slice like it was fillet Mignon in the best steak house.

How did this come to pass? How did these people become...or...end up here? ... Frank.

The answers lie with Frank.

Chris swings open the only unlocked door in the house at the end of this path of carnage. Chris, the woman and Dennis step out into the light of a fading day. The fresh air is sweet and the feeling of victory. Dennis gets his first real look at Chris. he has multiple bit wounds on his neck and face and his leg is badly burned.

"Chris?"

"Dennis...let's just get further away and I will fill you in. Don't worry, I'm okay, I swear..."

The three of them run like there's no tomorrow. Far off in the distance behind them they hear an angry scream...

Frank finally came home...and he was pissed.

Part 29 - Let's get a bite?

2010-09-29T22:18:00.000-07:00

IMAGE BY KIM K , more of her work can be found here at Lost Zombies.com

The foot belonged to someone who was still able to communicate, still breathing, still human. Dennis was able to ask the foot several questions before pitch darkness took over.

"are you tied up? " - yes
"are we still in Frank or Tom's house" - yes
Are there other people, living people in the house helping Frank or Tom or whatever his real name is? - no
Have you been here long- yes
Does Frank return often? - yes and then no , Dennis asked if that meant sometimes and the foot shook a definite yes.

Judging from the dank smell and level of darkness Dennis assumed that he must be in the basement of the house. The wall he was tied to was made out of cinder blocks. His eyes were useless in the pitch darkness so he tried to hone in on whatever he could with his other senses. He took a deep breath and then another. Analyzing every molecule of air flowing into his nostrils. He could smell the raw body odor of the woman across from him. She smelled salty and dirty. The smell of urine also caught his attention. There was no distinct odor of feces however. This must mean that Frank takes her elsewhere to take a dump or he cleans that up very well. There was also the faintest hint of perfume. Not the sweet expensive kind, no, this was more like a cheap bottle of perfume a high school boy would buy at the local pharmacy to impress his sweetheart. Frank must use the perfume to...? To do what? Cover up the stench of his prisoner?

Dennis felt behind his back with his finger tips. He could feel the ropes tightly bound around his wrists but this was the first time he also felt the handcuffs around his wrists. They were more loosely clasped. The rope was tied into a metal ring in the wall and the cuffs were chained to the same ring. He pulled but the ring was solid and didn't budge an inch.

This was a seriously messed up situation. Not only was a madman upstairs, somewhere, but if zombies were to attack the house he would be incapable of defending himself. The smell of fresh brewed coffee invaded his nose and he could hear someone walking above his head. Coffee, this smell jogged his memory a little. It was once of the last things he remembered before passing out completely. Frank must be near by. But where was Chris?

Suddenly a light came on overhead. Dennis was momentarily blinded by the light. He squeezed his eyes closed and then rapidly blinked them open. He was in the basement alright. For the first time he got to see the owner of the foot he had been conversing with. She was a brunette with a thin build. Perhaps she had had more of an athletic build but being kept prisoner had thinned her down. Her look was one of total despair and yet a glimmer of hope still lingered on. The other leg that wasn't free was chained by the ankle to a huge metal barrel on her right hand side. Her hands were hidden behind her back and Dennis assumed that she was roped up just like him, perhaps cuffed too? Unlike him she was gagged and bound around the mouth. This is why she had been unable to speak.

Frank slowly descended the basement stairs. He stopped on the last step and surveyed the scene infront of him.

"What the fuck have you done with Chris? Why am I here? What's the..." Dennis yelled.

"Shhhhh. Shhhh." Frank said placing a finger on his lips as though he was shushing a small child. "So many questions at once is impolite. Did your parents never teach you manners?" He stopped and took a sip of his coffee then turned his attention to the woman. As he walked over to her Dennis began yelling out questions again and demanding that he answer him. Frank just looked over and then slapped the woman across the face, hard. She began crying and snot ran out of one of her nostrils.

"Yell at me again and I'll do something worse to her." Frank threatened.

Dennis just stared in amazement. This guy was completely insane. As though keeping two healthy humans prisoner in this zombie infested world wasn't proof enough. Frank slowly knelt down next to the woman while placing his mug of coffee on top of the metal barrel next to her. She whimpered like a dog might do right before it's beaten again. Her breath became panicked and you could tell it was getting hard for her to breath with the gag in her mouth. Frank untied her mouth and took the gag out. She took a deep inhale and begged him in a low voice "No!", it was really no more then a whisper.

"Shut up!" Frank said sternly as he took her chin in his right hand and yanked her head to her left, exposing her neck. Dennis couldn't believe as Frank appeared to sink his teeth into her neck. It looked like a vampire scene out of an old movie. The woman's scream gurgled in her throat before spilling out. Frank slammed his hand over her mouth and then straightened back up. He slowly took his hand away and the woman closed her eyes, crying and shaking. There was a huge bite mark and blood trickling down. Frank turned to Dennis who looked like he was shell shocked.

He picked up his coffee and slowly walked back upstairs. The lights went back out and the basement was silent again except for her soft sobbing.

"Are you okay?" Dennis whispered.

"I will be if you can get me out of here." the woman replied.

"I will certainly try."

A Zombie Love Letter

2010-09-21T19:42:00.000-07:00

A Zombie Love Letter : Dear Melissa

This is a link to a wonderful 9 page short comic I found. It's a zombie love letter called " Dear Melissa". It is by Kurt Huggins and Zelda Devon.

The nature of this short story goes against the name of my blog in a beautiful way. I thought it was a nice new twist on how a zombie might think. If they think at all..

DEAR MELISSA - click this link if clicking the picture didn't work

VIDEO - TRAILER for AMC TV series "The Walking dead"

2010-09-18T17:42:00.001-07:00

This looks like it is going to be an awesome adaptation of the graphic novel The Walking Dead by Robert Kirkman. I already love the trailer! I know where I will be this Halloween evening. I'm going to be watching the 90 minute premiere of The Walking Dead on AMC.

Part 28 - Frank or Tom

2010-09-18T14:08:00.000-07:00

Image By Martin, www.bunker-fx.de

Their story left me sitting with my mouth gaping. I couldn't believe what they were telling me. I remembered the crazy survivalist guy who had tried kidnapping me when this hell had started. Could the man they had just described to me be one of those people who finally lost all his marbles? Or was this man across town crazy from before and nobody had ever caught on, until now.

On the first day the man had been very hospitable and invited them into his house. He introduced himself as Frank but later said his name was Tom. They weren't sure if either was his real name. They noticed that all of the picture frames in the house were empty. Frank said he had taken the pictures of his family out of the frames after they died. He couldn't stand seeing their smiling faces day after day.

This seemed like an acceptable excuse to both Chris and Dennis for the empty frames on the walls and on the side tables. Other than that, and the boarded up windows on the inside, the place was cozy and comforting. Frank even shared his very well stocked pantry with them. As they sat in the golden yellow kitchen enjoying their pancakes with real maple syrup Frank asked them about where they were from and where they were headed. Dennis basically told his story leaving out that he was staying just across town and Chris just said he's been randomly traveling until he ran into Dennis. Frank's face seemed to brighten up even more after hearing their stories. Dennis immediately picked up on the vibe and felt uneasy for the first time. Chris just thought the guy was happy to have living people for company again.

Frank was older but not too old. His hair was just starting to show signs of gray and his smile lines ran deep. He was tall and athletically built. He looked like he may have done a lot of exercising when the world was "normal". He wore jeans, a thick black leather belt with a Leatherman clipped onto it, military style boots and a tee shirt that read " Someone who loves me went to Jamaica and bought me this shirt".

Chris and Dennis slept in an upstairs room the first night. The room was painted pink with colorful flowers and two twin beds. Chris laid in bed looking at the happy flowers on the walls and right before he fell off to sleep he almost had the same feeling as when you first start tripping on mushrooms. His stomach lurched, his throat watered and he felt nauseous. His vision blurred ever so slightly and the flowers started dancing. What was happening?He tried to move his hands but couldn't. Was this death? He gave one last struggle before blacking out.

Dennis was in the other twin bed sweating. He knew something wasn't right before his stomach confirmed it. His legs were pins and needles as he got them over the side of the bed. He managed to glance over to Chris who looked sound asleep. Dennis stood up and then doubled over onto the floor. He tried to crawl bit landed on his face, hard. Something warm and wet trickled down onto his lips. It tasted like hot, liquid metal. Blood. His nose was bleeding. As he laid on the floor he stared at the light coming from under the bedroom door and the shadow of someone standing on the other side. Frank or Tom or whoever he was stood on the other side, waiting. Dennis understood now, he had been poisoned. Just as Dennis felt his eyelids start to close the door opened and Frank stepped in holding a hot cup of coffee. The steam from the little blue mug was visible and the smell of fresh coffee made Dennis throw up some of his pancakes.

" Now why did you have to try and get out of bed. You got yourself all bloody before your time...now I have to clean you up." Frank said as he stood between the two men passed out in this cute little girls room. Franks expression changed and he poured the hot coffee on Chris's exposed leg. Chris didn't even flinch.

"How dare you disgusting excuses for men touch my little girls! You fucking pedophiles. I'll teach you some fucking respect!" Frank yelled and then kicked Dennis in the stomach, a little more throw up came out of Dennis's mouth.

Hours later Dennis woke up. His feet and hands were bound with ropes. His stomach and ribs hurt like he had been punched an yet he had no idea why. Where was he? It smelled wet and the air was stale. There was also the smell of death. Not the smell of zombies, no, this was the smell of actual death. He could hear movement in the darkness.

There was a small window above his head. One corner was broken and uncovered, letting in a small beam of daylight. It was the only spot illuminated in the entire...wherever here was. Dennis squinted a caught a glimpse of a slender foot swipe at the light. It was a woman's foot and a woman's ankle. Of this much Dennis was certain.

"hello?" Dennis whispered in the direction of the leg. He heard another shuffle and the leg swiped again in his direction. Whomever the leg belonged to they couldn't speak back or move anything besides that one leg. It must have been near the end of the day because the light from the window was starting to turn deep orange and fade.

Dennis asked the leg to answer some questions, if she could, by shaking her foot. Shake once for yes and twice for no. The leg slowly came into the light. Her once well pedicured toes now had nothing but chipped red paint left. It made it look as though each toenail was individually and carefully chewed off. Looking raw with fresh blood but it was really just nail polish. The sole of the foot was dirty and scabbed. Her ankle was almost black from bruises. The battered foot came to a hesitant stop in the light and shook once... Yes.

Part 27 - Welcome home boys

2010-05-20T22:56:00.000-07:00

Image by Martin, www.bunker-fx.de

Part 27 - Welcome home boys

Chris and Dennis left four days ago. They were only suppose to be gone overnight and their absence was making me nervous. Some may say that being with more people during a zombie outbreak makes survival harder. I don't think they meant small groups, under ten. I feel a little safer with more breathing people around who can fight.

It's been unusually quiet today. While Evie was taking her nap I even had time to sit on the couch and reflect on past memories of places I had been and things I had seen. Then I tried to imagine what those topics of reflection might have become once the first zombie started biting.

New York City was an exciting and thrilling trip. I particularly enjoyed taking the subways everywhere. Even when they were so packed you could feel the sweat of a man standing over you drip down on your bare shoulder. The humanity of it was somewhat comforting. Every class, creed, race, age and gender rode harmoniously together towards their individual destinations. Not to mention the people watching was fantastic.

The cute Spanish guy with greased hair, DC shoes balancing a long skateboard under his seat while playing on his phone. The tall, dark skinned black woman with meticulously braided hair, Louis Vuitton bag, ripped jeans and moccasins that you could tell were her favorite shoes. The cute blond who would be cuter if she didn't wear so much makeup and actually gave the acne under the layers of foundation to clear away. All of them deep in thought about the great sex they had the night before or what to pick up for dinner.

The train slams to a screening halt. The Spanish guys skateboard frees itself from under his seat and goes flying into an older woman's face, breaking the bridge of her nose. Deep red blood pours out onto her overpriced, slightly over sized, beige trench coat. One of her earrings comes unhinged by the sheer force of the blow. Her eyes roll back in her head and she's dead before the pain even registers. The black woman falls into the cute, petite blond and they both fall to the floor of the subway car. More people slam into each other and get thrown forwards. Crying, sobbing, screams, blank stares fill the subway car. The lights start to flicker and an automated voice comes over the loud speakers saying that the train has been temporarily delayed but it should be moving shortly. An Asian guy in a suit helps a man up. The front of the car looks like a huge football mound where every player on the field went for the ball. Slowly people peel themselves off the human pile with groans of agony.

Everyone is so caught up with their own pain that nobody realizes that the old woman in the trench coat is beginning to move again. Her eyes roll back down in their sockets with a new milky film over them. She turns her head to the person standing closest to her. It's an Indian man with a light purple button down shirt and black dress pants. He has his back to her and is busy looking at other people. The old woman's lips curl back, baring her teeth and her nostrils flare. She lunges at him and sinks her teeth deep into the fleshy part right under his right butt cheek. He screams but nobody notices right away because everybody is yelling and terrified. A guy in a New York Yankees jersey and sweat pants with tattoos on his neck sees the blood beginning to pool around the man's right foot and how he's struggling to get the woman off of him. He moves quickly and yanks the old woman off. She bares her teeth again, this time at the guy with the neck tattoos. He's reminded of a man he saw enraged in a fight in prison. He steps back onto the skateboard and almost looses his balance. The Indian man is on the ground vomiting.

The guy in the Yankees jersey picks up the skateboard with the trucks and wheels facing outwards. He looks like he's about to hit a grand slam, with the bases loaded. The old woman springs from her seat and he swings. The metal truck of the skateboard makes a direct and deep impact with the left side of her skull and temple. Her entire body is shaken by the blow and she falls to the ground in a heap. The man looks at the woman he has just killed and is upset, yet somehow satisfied. It felt like he had done the right thing, but, he wasn't sure why. Killing someone just because they had bit someone else hardly seemed justifiable.

He turned to see if the Indian man was okay but he wasn't there. More screams came from the front of the car as people scrambled past him to get as far away as possible. The people who were at the bottom of he pile were not fortunate enough to survive. Their necks had been broken and one man had caught a woman's stiletto heel through his throat. They were all up and moving now. Feasting on the people who had landed on top of them that were injured and couldn't get away. A guy with a full beard, now soaked with blood and pieces of flesh, tore through the unbroken leg of some poor teenager whose other leg was severely bent in the wrong direction. Another woman with blue hair found herself pinned down by a zombie eating her left breast while laying on another Zombie who was eating the back of her neck.

People were trying to pry the doors open. The man with the Yankees jersey watched the scene in shock for a moment then looked at the large windows lining the subway car. He smashed the skateboard into one of the windows several times before shattering it. This was not going to be an orderly evacuation. People almost trampled each other to get out of their only escape hatch. As they ran through the dark tunnels, only illuminated by the stalled train, they could see many more scenes of mayhem from within. The windows covered in blood casted an eerie red glow in the tunnel.

"Jamie...Jamie...Wake up...Dennis and Chris are finally back."

I opened my eyes. I must have fallen asleep . I blinked and looked at Chris and Dennis sitting in the den.

"What happened? You guys were gone for so many days. Are you okay?"

They just blinked at me and looked at each other.

"You're not going to like what we have to tell you..." Chris said. I sat up and prepared myself for the worse I could think of which didn't compare to what I was about to hear.

Part 26 - Dennis and Chris leave

2010-05-20T22:23:00.000-07:00

Dennis and Chris packed enough snacks to keep them through the night. Their plan was to head out in the morning, just as the sun was coming up and go over to the house where they had seen the man. They would do a quick sweep of the immediate area to check for zombies, find a hiding spot and wait until the man ventured outside again. Dennis mentioned that he hadn't seen the man carrying any sort of weapon. So it was definitely safer for them to approach the man outside instead of walking up to the house where they could easily be shot at. All of it made me very nervous. In the short time Dennis and Chris had been with us I felt like they were family.

They put on some of the new clothes that weren't bleach stained and cleared the morning dead from around the house. Making an extra bloody sport of it. So that their clothes didn't look, even remotely, clean anymore. Chris got two, decrepit, zombie heads with one good swing of his machete. I almost cheered as I watched through a tiny space in the shutters. Once the bodies hit the floor he continued to slash away. Sending small splatters of brownish, red rust colored blood onto his fresh jeans as he made huge gashes in their dead flesh. These two men had been zombies for a while.

Older zombies have less wet blood still in their bodies. It's as through their bodies slowly dry up. This makes the chances of "splatter contamination" less likely. It's the newly created zombies or "newbies" that are the most threatening. They tend to be more agile, sometimes faster and bleed a lot more when you're pounding their face in with a shovel. I keep a bandanna or piece of cloth around my neck when I go hunting. Just in case I see that my next victim looks fresh. After all, I don't want any blood accidentally splashing up into my nose or mouth. Wouldn't that be a shame. To have survived all this time just to get killed by a drop of zombie blood.

There haven't been too many newbies around. The last one I killed was less than a week ago. It was a rather fat woman in a toll booth uniform. Huge chunks of her upper arms, torso and legs were missing. My guess was that she managed to fight off her attackers just long enough to get away and die herself. She moved really slow and I knew she was very much a newbie because she still had a rotting smell to her. It was like smelling a dead animal in the bathroom of a rock concert where vomit and piss covered the stalls.

I'm going to miss rock concerts.

Part 25 - What the hell is going on?

2010-05-09T21:36:00.000-07:00

Image by Urban Zombie

Part 25 - What the hell is going on?

Alex, Dennis and Chris went out today to gather some more supplies from a couple different houses. Don had drawn a map to the houses he thought might yield the best and necessary stuff. Food was a high priority and toilet paper was right up there with it. It amazing how many little thing I took for granted when I could just go to the store and buy more.

I looked down at my bare feet and remembered how nice it was to get a pedicure and foot massage from a woman with small hands. Little luxuries like that could keep me daydreaming for hours if I let myself drift off. Evie was busy stacking her baby blocks when the men came in through the front door. They didn't look particularly worn or frightened and their packs looked full. They did, however, have very puzzled looks on their faces. This new expression had me even more worried than if they had walked in all sweaty and tired from a fierce battle.

They took off their shoes and stripped out of their blood stained clothing. As they put on clean shirts and pants I walked over carrying Evie and her stuffed bunny.

"So? How did it go?" I asked.

"It went good. We found more pasta and sauce, some organic canned vegetables, rice , diapers, dry beans, instant coffee, canned fruit, cereal, beer, tea, tuna, bleach, soap, lotion, toothpaste, and salad dressing. I also grabbed you some new clothes. Nothing fancy but at least they aren't stained with bleach yet. Dennis and Chris have some other things in their bags too. Overall, it was a good trip, thanks to Don's map. But we did see something weird on the other side of town and we've been trying to figure out what it is that we saw..." Alex's voice trailed off a little as I followed him into the kitchen. I put Evie down and she walked out into the Den where Chris was sorting his loot.

I reached over and started to help Alex put the food away in the cupboards. I waited patiently as he sorte out what he was going to tell me in his brain. This could only mean one thing. Whatever he was about to tell me that he saw could not be good. I looked down at the bag of pasta in my hand, medium size shells. I wish I had some extra sharp cheddar cheese because I could make a great mac'n cheese with the shells. I sighed as I sat the pasta up on the shelf next to the dry beans. Alex cleared his throat.

" We aren't the only ones alive in town." Alex finally blurted out.

"Really?! Who did you see?" My mind instantly thought of Melissa. What if she wasn't really dead and had found a way to come back into town. Alex must have read my thoughts and reassured me that it wasn't anybody we knew.

"It was some guy in a house on the other side of town. Not far from the Boisy house, where we found most of our loot. Dennis noticed him first and we hid out of sight and watched him. He looked like he was, maybe, a little older than me. Skinny with dark hair and he had on a dirty, bloody shirt and jeans. We knew he was alive because he was smoking a cigarette. He was sitting at a picnic table in his back yard drinking a beer and he had a blond woman zombie tied up in a chair next to him. She wouldn't stop trying to bite him and he would hit her across the face with a piece of wood every so often. As through he was swatting a fly with a fly swatter. One side of her face was bloody and missing most of the skin around the cheek area. We just watched in shock. After a while he got up and gagged her with a thick leather belt, put a bag over her head, untied her just long enough to get her into some other restraints and then he marched her back into the house. It was the most bizarre thing I have ever seen. We waited to see if he was going to come back out but he didn't. What the hell do you think he's doing over there? "

I looked at Alex and shrugged. I had no idea what the hell was going on across town but from the sounds of it I didn't like it one bit. Some guy was keeping a zombie "alive". For what purpose I couldn't and didn't want to imagine. Maybe it was his wife that he just couldn't let go of or maybe he was a pervert taking advantage of the fact that his victims couldn't fight back and the police didn't exist anymore. The fact that he was keeping a zombie captive disturbed me. Zombies were and are meant to be killed. Nothing good can come from keeping one of those damned things "alive". I asked Alex if he thought that the man could see the smoke from our chimney and he said no since the guy was on the other side of town. We finished putting the groceries away and went into the den. Evie was having a blast re-arranging the items Chris had nicely stacked on the floor in neat piles.

Part 24 - Zombies give me hope

2010-05-04T22:49:00.000-07:00

Words can barely describe the hell and horror of things I have seen and experienced over the past few weeks. My dreams are filled with things I will never have again and my days are overflowing with nightmares I never thought would become true. I have my daughter back and at the same time almost wished she was dead. I am so conflicted that I almost don't know what to do. Alex and Don are doing their best to keep my spirits up. Evie is an inspiration, onto herself, for me to stay alive, Yet I can't help but to think about suicide every day, several times a day.

The fragility of human life has never been more evident to me before. Our skulls can be split open with a few strikes of a machete. Our faces can be beaten off of our faces with several blows from an old man's walking stick. The skin covering our bodies is thin and can easily be sliced open with a dull knife or a piece of paper. There is nothing about the human body that can or will endure. Most of the zombies I have seen lately have been in the advanced stages of decay. The smell is gone and the skin is beginning to go with it. Eyeballs hanging from their sockets and genitalia has long been eaten away by insects. Something we used to regard as a way of distinguishing ourselves from others or declaring our social status lies in tattered rages. A woman in a Chanel dress and a man in an Armani suit walk side by side with, what used to be, a homeless man and a girl in cheap clothing. All four of them set on a path to find a single reward...fresh,raw,living, breathing, dreaming flesh. I hate them all, I re-kill them all and yet...I envy them all.

They don't have to worry about the safety of their families anymore. They don't have to worry about what might happen next. They just have a solitary objective and walk the earth searching for it, without any other care. Yes, suicide has crossed my mind. To join the many and to longer be one of the few. As the blood of a zombie I just killed drips off the end of my shovel I can't help but wonder if my blood might end up dripping off the end of a weapon one day. But that doesn't scare me, no, that doesn't terrify me.

What I find terrifying is the thought that Evie will grow up and have to deal with zombies everyday for the rest of her life. I have nightmares about my little girl growing up in a world where nothing makes any sense and her life is threatened every day. The thought that my daughter will never lead a happy life makes me want to end it all now. But I won't...I do still have hope. Maybe I have seen too many movies or maybe I still believe in fairy tales. I do believe that there will be, some sort, of happy ending for us all and especially my little Evie.

Until that happy ending happens I will have to persevere and I WILL continue to fight for a very uncertain future. At least, I still believe there will be a future. I am not going to let a shambling corpse or a dozen undead keep me from fighting for a future which is rightfully ours. Zombies don't have futures. Before zombies showed up I didn't think humans had a future either. With all of the pollution, war, and hatred I thought Evie's future was very depressing. Perhaps this is all just a blessing in disguise. Perhaps the world will come to an end just long enough and hard enough to get it's shit together. Perhaps my little Evie actually has the brightest future she could ever have.

No I haven't turned...

2010-04-22T17:24:00.000-07:00

Zombies Can't Love has not turned into a dead blog. Nor have I been bitten and turned into a zombie. The real world just has me unbelievably busy this month. It's like the zombies have just shown up and I can't find a weapon. I'm running around trying to figure out how to survive, pay bills, train, maintain my shelter, remain safe and figure out what's for dinner! WHOA!

HAHAHA! May will be a better month for me and this blog. Don't worry, to all of my faithful readers and fans, I will be back and with a vengeance! Jamie, Alex and Evie have so much ahead of them. Will Don be okay now that Doris is gone? How much longer can they stay in their house? When will the military show up...or have all the military and governments been eaten and over thrown by the undead? Have some people become cannibals or do smart zombies exist?

These questions will be answered, more questions will arise and the dead will be hungrier than ever.

Until May, there will be other new zombie articles and tidbits for you to sink your teeth into.

THANK YOU ALL FOR READING AND FOLLOWING Zombies Can't Love!

Part 23 - Can zombies think?

2010-04-16T19:59:00.000-07:00

Image by Martin, www.bunker-fx.de

We had all fallen asleep in the living room. Dennis woke up when Evie pinched his nose. I stretched my arms and back. Sleeping on the floor probably wasn't the best idea. I looked towards the kitchen expecting to see Doris pop her head out any moment with a tray of nibbles for breakfast. The kitchen was dark and silent. Then my memory kicked in. I looked over at Don in his big comfy chair. He was looking at the kitchen doorway too. He dropped his eyes down to his tobacco tin on the side table and began to roll his morning cigarette. Normally he would wait until after breakfast to do this. Doris used to make him wait because if he didn't he would just end up smoking two cigarettes instead of one each morning. She would joke that he was trying to beat her to heaven.

I got up, gargled with a small cap full of Listerine and went to the pantry to see what I could pull together for a morning meal. A couple cans of fruit cocktail and oatmeal. I started a small fire in the fireplace to boil some water, for the oatmeal. My presentation wasn't as good as Doris had been. She had a way of making even the worst meal seem like a five star dish. I guess that's what happens once you've attained grandmother status.

Over breakfast Dennis kept avoiding telling us what happened to Melissa and Brian. We finally wrestled the story out of him.

After we had left them at the tree Brian had asked for Dennis to tie him, securely, to the same tree that Melissa was tied to. Dennis tied Brian to the tree by his ankles and wrists. Melissa remained tied to the tree sitting down with her arms outstretched behind her. He said that Melissa cursed at them. Saying they were both pathetic and she didn't care what happened to herself. As soon as Dennis was done attaching Brian to the tree her entire demeanor changed. She broke down in tears and said she was sorry. She wanted to continue living despite how much she missed her real daughter. Melissa then divulged that she had cased out our house before showing up. When she saw Evie playing outside she cracked a plan to get into our home and kidnap her. Evie had been the only child, still alive and breathing, she had seen since the zombies first appeared. When she saw her all she could think about was how she could "have" her.

Brian and Dennis listened to Melissa's story. Brian told her that he didn't care what she said because he was going to eat her. Brian then told Dennis to take a brief walk and come back when the screams had stopped, to kill both of them. Dennis said he walked just far away enough to not be seen but watched just in case either one of them escaped their restraints. Brian took the same knife Melissa had used on his brother and jammed it into his own abdomen. It was like watching him perform Seppuku. Seppuku is a form of Japanese ritual suicide. It was originally reserved only for Samurai as part of their honor code. Samurai used it voluntarily so that they could die with honor instead of falling into the hands of their enemies.

The short blade was sharp and sliced easily through Brian's lower body from left to right. Melissa watched in shock and awe as he fell on the ground in front of her. Dennis described how Melissa cried and I felt the sweet taste of revenge. The fact that Melissa was eaten alive while attached to a tree wasn't revenge for me. The fact that she had to face her death and her mistakes is what made me satisfied.

When Brian came back as a member of the undead he sank his teeth into Melissa's leg. She struggled and kicked him. But since he was tied to the tree and her she couldn't kick him away. Brian relentlessly attacked her, that was when we heard the screams. He bit, tore, chewed, clawed, mauled and eventually tore open Melissa's throat. He ate her body until it completely stopped twitching. He ate through her nose until he was able to get into her brain cavity. When Dennis finally approached to kill Brian Mel was completely unrecognizable. Her right arm was no longer attached to her body because Brian had eaten through her shoulder. Pieces of her hair and scalp stuck to the front of Brian's shirt. The smell of warm blood was so thick in the air you could taste it.

Dennis said that Brian looked up at him right before he re-killed him and he thought, just for a moment, that he saw a flash of recognition. Almost as though Brian was saying "yes, it's time."

Alex and I both had had our thoughts of revenge come true in a way. Mel was killed on the spot and was eaten by a zombie. We started to discuss if zombies might be able to retain some memory of their lives before if it was about a subject they cared enough about. After all, the brain was the key to keeping zombies moving and also how you re-killed them. Maybe there was something in the undead's minds other than orders to hunt out and eat fresh meat. But we would probably never know the truth behind that theory. It wasn't like we were going to start using flash cards and ink blots to test zombies.

Part 22 - The three kings

2010-04-10T21:14:00.000-07:00

Image by Martin, www.bunker-fx.de

Part 22 - The three kings

The man's name was Brian and his brother had been James. When Melissa had shown up on their scene they had been surviving quite well. They hadn't seen many zombies and they had managed to gather enough provisions to last them a while. Plus they had found a fresh water stream. They thought they just might be able to live and see the day when shit got back to normal. Then Mel showed up with that cute little girl.

One of their rules had been to not trust anyone but the rule didn't apply to mothers with small children. They helped her out immediately. She had seemed nice and James even mentioned to his brother that he thought she was stunning. He always did have a thing for brunettes.

She told them that she used to have another daughter. Her other daughter had perished in a fire when the church, she was suppose to be safe in, caught fire. There was nothing Mel could have done. The doors were barricaded from the inside. She could only stand and watch as the small church went up in smoke. There wasn't a single scream from inside though. The infected don't scream when they burn. After the Melissa took her younger daughter and fled into the woods.

I listened to the story. It was very similar to the story Mel had told us when we first met her. As Brian walked away from us I tried to piece the two stories together. Maybe I could figure out the true story. Try as I might, I couldn't make heads or tails of Melissa's lies. How could anyone be so ruthless in a world where the few surviving humans needed to stick together. None of the tortures I could imagine seemed worthy enough to punish Melissa for her heinous acts against the living.

Brian whistled twice and then once. He had spotted something further ahead of us. The pattern of his whistling indicated that he had spotted Melissa and my little Evie. I walked straight towards Brian, almost running. While Dennis and Alex fanned out on either side. She would be expecting to see me and even Alex but she didn't know that we also had a trained soldier with us, Dennis. We all knew her prowess with a sword and had seen her in battle. The only way we had any chance of taking her down was by surprise. Otherwise she was liable to have all of our pretty heads sliced up on the ground.

As I walked up next to Brian Evie saw me from behind Mel who was pointing her sword in our direction.

"MA-MA!" Evie started to get up from where she had been sitting behind Mel. I put my finger up to my lips, hoping she would remember the game her grandmother and I had taught her. She did. My little Evie instantly got down on all fours and crawled under a nearby bush at the base of a tree. Melissa searched the ground and a moment of panic set in. Evie was so well hidden that if I hadn't seen where she had gone I would never have know she was there. Alex ran at Melissa from her left side. She turned her head and as she did she was tackled form the opposite side by Dennis. He had her pinned on the ground and disarmed in lightening speed. I ran to the bushes where Evie was hiding and got her to come out. Her hair still had that wonderful baby shampoo smell and her smile made my heart melt. I had my baby girl back. My little Evie was in my arms and tears of joy flowed down my cheeks. Alex joined us and hugged us so hard I almost couldn't breath.

Dennis tied Melissa's hands together with some nylon rope he had brought with him. Then he tied her, sitting down, with her back to a tree. Alex and I watched as Brian took a few hard swings at her face. I had never seen a man strike a woman like that before, except in movies. If this wasn't the woman who had just kidnapped my daughter I would have stopped him, but I didn't care. She deserved worse than that. Dennis asked what we wanted to do with her. Alex suggested we kill her and I suggested we feed her to the undead. Brian had other plans. He asked Dennis if he was okay with torture. Dennis said he wanted no parts of it. Brian then asked him how he felt about capital punishment. Dennis then said that it depended on the severity of the crime.

Whatever was going to happen to Melissa I didn't want Evie to witness. I handed Evie to Alex and cautiously approached Mel. Her face was bloody and swollen from being punched. She looked up at me and I spit in her face.

"You fucking crazy bitch! I hope you go someplace even worse then where the undead rest." I stood back up and took one last look at her before turning to Brian. " Whatever you're planning on doing...make it ten times worse..." Alex and I walked away from the scene. We could hear Brian and Dennis chatting a bit and then a few faint moans from Melissa.

We waited back in the clearing for Dennis to come back to us. The sun was just beginning it's decent from the sky. The clouds reflected beautiful shades of purple, orange and pink. Off in the distance there came a blood curdling scream, another and then another. A small flock of birds rose up from the distant trees and time stood still for a moment. The screaming stopped. We remained crouched down in the dry, crisp tall grass until we saw Dennis jogging towards us.

"Time to move..." He helped me up. Alex got up with Evie in his arms.

We walked very fast back into the woods towards home. I forgot the rule of no speaking and tried to get Dennis to tell me what had happened. He just put his hand up and waved me off while saying "later" and "don't worry you got your revenge". I couldn't believe the speed at which we were traveling through these woods at night. It was as though Dennis had a yellow brick road that he was following without any trouble.The way he new his way through the woods baffled me. We saw a few shambling shadows and avoided them. Only once did we have to kill a zombie because he was directly in our way. It looked like it had shards of glass stuck in it's face. My guess was that it must have broke through a window or out of a car. Otherwise we speed walked almost all the way home. We paused briefly when we came to our practice shooting range.

This pit stop made Alex's eyes swell up with tears. This was the last place he had spent most of the final moments he would ever have with his mother. This was where Doris had taught us to use her small revolver. The same revolver Don had used to send her to see the angels. Now, Alex was the one trying to get Dennis to tell him what had become of Melissa. Again, Dennis just said "later" and "let's keep moving, we're almost back to your house."

When we stepped into the house Evie was asleep. We laid her down on the small lamb skin rug in the den and I sat down next to her. Alex sat down on the other side of her. We all stared down at Evie as she peacefully slept. An image of the nativity scene and the three kings came to mind and I smiled.

Romero has awesome glasses!

2010-04-10T19:35:00.000-07:00

I just wanted to say that I think George A. Romero has awesome glasses. Seriously, check them out! I wear glasses and I couldn't pull those off. Maybe if I was an epic movie director I could...Rock on Romero!

- Chante