One zombie fellow walked past, rubbing his hands on spectators’ arms, including mine; he left behind something wet and cold, which smelled like soap or deodorant.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Louisville Zombie Attack (Pt. 2)
One zombie took off running right in front of me, leaving behind a bloody leg on the sidewalk. Spectators walking down the street either laughed and stepped over it or made disgusted faces and gave it a wide berth. Finally, a young man walking with his friends decided it was cool and took it.
One zombie fellow walked past, rubbing his hands on spectators’ arms, including mine; he left behind something wet and cold, which smelled like soap or deodorant.
One zombie fellow walked past, rubbing his hands on spectators’ arms, including mine; he left behind something wet and cold, which smelled like soap or deodorant.
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