Last night was the annual Zombie Fest, a fundraiser to support one of the local charities. Since I (and my family) have absolutely zero intention of ever being infected by the Zombie virus, we geared up as zombie hunters.
|Pistol, shotgun, and Krylon|
|Can't go out with bright guns - they might see us...|
|...A touch of Krylon...|
|...And these babies are tactical black!|
|1956 Deuce and a half with anti-zombie spikes|
|Ridding the vehicle of the brain-eaters|
|Warning: biohazards aboard|
|Cannons on the side - just in case|
|Bring 'em on!|
|Junior driving his Deuce - he's the bravest of all - open cab=no protection|
|On the lookout|
|Locked and Loaded|
|ZOMBIES!!! Kill 'em!|
|!Hasta la vista...baby!|
|One load back to HQ|
|We picked up other zombie hunters along the way - |
They helped keep order in the cage
|Junior found hisself a new hood ornament|
|Hey D.o.C. - We brought your escapees back!|
|Sleeping with weapons - zombie hunting is tiring work.|
Zombie hunting night was easily the most fun I've had with toy guns since I was a kid. RCC, Deejo, Junior and I giggled like kids on Christmas morning all night long. The police were out in force, trying to keep the zombie crawl participants in check, and I was worried they might have an issue with us driving around with loads of zombies and "weapons", but they saw it for what it was - good, clean fun. In fact, most of the PoPo just smiled and waved when we drove by hooting and hollering, blazing away with our toy guns. One officer even saluted us with a big ole sh*t-eating grin on his face. You know he would have rather been playing with us than walking through a bunch of zombie-fied drunks.
I love that my family is crazy enough to get together and play. Too bad the heathi were too cool to come hang out with the old folks - they missed a really good time.