There were so many photographers at the Zombie Walk that after a while I decided to make them the subject.

Getting ready to put on our makeup. The dance of the undead. Deceased child with ex-mother. Do not mess with this walking corpse. Devour him! Tear off his limbs. Greta snacks on gore. Claire wants brains. Dead pirate skewers a brain. Family values. Only wounded. Maggots in the wound are a happy sight. Has anyone seen my blood? Red always looks good on white. Cleo, Queen of the Formerly Alive. His cat got overly frisky. Happy couple #1 Happy couple #2 Whoever photographs the undead will burn in Hades. I smite her lavender locks. His picture is a ticket to the netherword. She smiles, not realizing her soul is captured. Doomed to eternal torment. Imps with hot pokers will stab him repeatedly. Frozen in horror because his soul was just snatched and dispatched. His head is on backwards, not the cap, but he doesn't know it yet. A curse has permanently affixed the camera to his nose. Zombies will follow her into her nightmares. Soon to be boiled in lead for eternity. I'll use this man's blood for toothpaste. Sorry about your damnation. Satan already has his claws on him. Beneath his feet a flaming hole is opening. Hope he isn't overly fond of his internal organs. We'll let her go with just a warning.