No, really. On Saturday, I was walking down King Street in Waterloo when I ran into a group* of the undead. I’ll repeat: The undead. The leader of the pack was a man with a large bushy beard (fake) and a black, shiny machine gun (plastic). He was directing a pack of about thirty zombies! They zombies lurched and moaned their way down the street, occasionally calling for fresh blood. I saw them accost several living people, one who offered his youngest daughter to them if he might be spared. His older daughter squealed in delight at his. His younger daughter also squealed – I’d say she was about eight – but I think it was half delight and half fear. I managed to duck into the hardware store unharmed**.
Again, WHUT? I had run into the 2009 Waterloo Zombie Walk. How cool is that? We looked it up on the internet later that night. I really hope that they have another one on Halloween. How scary would that be? All of the zombies were in full character with impressive costumes. These folks went all out! There website says that if a human is bitten, and that human is lucky, they might be allowed to join the undead and walk for a few blocks. I should have done it! That would have been so much fun!
If you happen to be in Waterloo, watch out for the zombies, or maybe even join them.
* a gang of undead? a shuffle of undead? a posse of undead? a cloud of zombies? a pack of zombies?
** I think with my massive and nasty head cold, the zombie saw me lurching and moaning down the street and figured I was already one of them.
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