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In a recent study conducted by the few remaining scientists there was a shocking discovery that with a dwindling food supply Zombies have found a way to reproduce and are now having Zombie Babies.
One scientist was quoted as saying "The dead have broken free, expanded to new territories and crashed through barriers, painfully, maybe even dangerously, but, uh... well, there it is."
Zombie baby heads are digitally printed. Swaddles made by BrickWarriors
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As some of you know, The Walking Dead is filmed in my area. Lots of zombie signs and such right now in the area. Didn't see any zombies, however.
Here's my ZAT...
Leader: Oscar Goldman. Let's be real, he will undoubtedly betray the team because he works for the government.
Brawler: The Yeti. What a real beast, and loves rippin' heads off of Zombies, but sometimes can get distracted by little reindeer with shiny noses.
Weapons Expert: BB8. Although this little astromech droid is better suited for spaceship maintenance, he's learned a few things about weapons, and this one has a candy cannon! WTF!?
Brains: Mork from Ork. Will probably be the last to die, 'cause the jury is still out on whether his alien DNA will accept a zombie virus thingy. Nano! Nano!
Medic: Or "Mod Medic" as she prefers to be called. It's questionable if she can heal people because all of her medical equipment is from the 1970's.
Speed Fighter: 1940's Flash. Who else right? Problem is the team has a difficult time contacting him because according to Jay, cell phones are like outer spaaaace maaaan!
Mascot: Drawing Figure. The ultimate zombie distraction. Also kind of a pain in the butt because someone has to carry him everywhere!
Guy(gal) who dies last? Enter Darci the Cover Girl!
She's able to hypnotize folks in their tracks with her beautiful magazine cover poses, but forgets there's a zombie apocalypse even happening!
Zombies are here! Each of these walking dead have there own special way they died. Can you figure out each one? You can create your own zombies with these instructions.
got my film back from the Brighton Zombie Walk on Halloween. Theres actually loads of shots that i should upload, but probably won't.
anyway here is one of the coolest costumes there.
Some clawed their way from the earth. Others were infected when bitten. The one thing they have in common is the ravenous hunger for your squishy pink braiiiiin.
Each zombie is made of plastic and stands approx. 4" tall.
The zombie apocalypse has begun! (Bugun?). Head for the hills (not that it will do any good).
So, does anyone know what species this was before it was turned into a zombie?
(Just to clear up any confusion, this is a perfectly healthy fly. I just think it looks like a zombie)
Happy? Carnaval my Friends!
Thriller
Michael Jackson
It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
You're paralyzed
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killerer, thriller tonight
You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
Girl, But all the while you hear a creature creepin' up behind
You're out of time
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight
Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time (they're open wide)
This is the end of your life
They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you change that number on your dial
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together, yeah
All through the night I'll save you from the terror on the screen,
I'll make you see
That this is thriller, thriller night
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller,
Thriller here tonight
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize yawl's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
I'm gonna thrill you tonight
(Thriller, thriller)
I'm gonna thrill you tonight
(Thriller night, thriller)
I'm gonna thrill you tonight
Ooh, babe, I'm gonna thrill you tonight
Thriller night, babe
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
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
Dr. D. Kay and the Spirit Wizard dunny are trying to figure out what is wrong with the Droplet zombie. Dr. D. Kay thinks his brain needs to come out. Spirit Wizard dunny suggests a mystical vaction is all he needs. Droplet zombie just wants to go home.
Wow, after 16+ yrs and seeing thousands of these guys, I believe this is only the second presumably Ophiocordyceps infected ant I've seen on the underside of a leaf (red oak). (Usually they're on twigs here). Ophiocordyceps kimflemingiae
"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains." - Pride and Prejudice And Zombies
And then, like thunder, I heard from the pale,
The clawing and pawing of each little nail.
As I let forth a scream, and was turning around,
Zombie Santa burst up from the ground.
He was covered all in gore, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all matted with putrid meat.
Decaying, fetid flesh hung lose on his back,
A cast member from Thriller, quite ready to snack.
His eyes were all sallow! his eyeteeth how pointed!
His cheeks were like jaundice, his nose all disjointed!
His wide gaping mouth was drawn into a scowl,
And the blood on his chin was as red as dead bowel.
A left frontal lobe he held tight in his teeth,
And the brainstem encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a slack face and a distended belly,
That shook when he growled, like clotted toe jelly!
He was boney and damp, a dead hungry old stiff,
And I tinkled on myself, when I got a whiff!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I'd be joining the dead.