“The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom.”
– Michael Jackson
On Saturday it happened. While Melbournians went about their weekend business, strolling the alleys, lounging in cafes; while white sneakered tourists with shopping bags and camera-happy fingers gazed innocently at the sun-drenched metropolis; while life drifted along at it’s usual pace, zombies descended upon the city.
Zombie love: how sweet.
Zombies <3 three things: Brains, dancing and photographers.
Zombie baby says: “I’ve seen scarier.”
Tennis can be bad for your health.
She only wanted me for my brains.