I did it again. I got a small pile of makeup and some red paint, and went undead on the world. BRAAAAAAAINS!
Of course, I could hardly stumble my way down to the Denver Zombie Crawl 2011 (held last weekend) alone. This time, I brought my own little horde:
I did pretty much all the makeup for the group, with the exception of a wound here or a bruise there. You can tell because I start to repeat motifs after a while: I think just about everyone who could got a gash on the left side of their forehead, and a matching gash on the right side of their neck. To be fair, by the time I got to person number four (myself included in the count), my hands were cramping. And hey, I was a zombie! We undead are not exactly the most original thinkers to begin with.
All my various bits of zombie-making advice from last year stand; the only thing I did differently this year was to get a bit more liberal with the application of so-called “thick blood“. It’s shiny and gross and awesome.
And I carried around a severed hand. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
We named it “Charles”.
Let the Halloween revelries begin!