...someone gets her head blown off.

There was a zombie walk in downtown Portland today. It was a beautiful day for staggering around in stage makeup and torn clothes. Looked like fun. But joining a zombie walks is too risky. Maybe I'm paranoid—maaaaaybe—but I think it's only a matter of time before some lunatic sees a crowd of zombies coming down the street and reacts the way he's seen the hero react in a million zombie movies: shoot the zombies in the head. I went to the gym instead.