We met at Jon's apartment, armed with assorted shades of pale makeup and blue and red bruise shades. Jon, his sister, and I caked our faces in the palest shade of makeup possible, shadowed under our eyes and cheeks, mussed our hair and added some fake blood at the corners of our mouths for effect. Then we shivered in the park with a bunch of white-faced strangers for at least an hour. Finally we stumbled and moaned through downtown at the back of the zombie horde. The rest of the horde was younger than us, with faces too pale and eyes too blackened to be realistic looking (in my opinion) and they kept throwing themselves against store and restaurant windows and walking way faster than any self-respecting zombie would shuffle. Especially across the street against the light. Although if you're dead I suppose it doesn't matter if you get hit by a car.
We ended at the mall, where a middle-aged man held the door for Jon and me as he told the toddler in his arms, "We better hold the door for these nice people. Otherwise they might eat our brains!" Jon replied with a "Nnnggggnhhh" and I moaned "Thhaannk yooouuu."
All in all it was a ghoulishly good time.
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