Zombie Jeremy likes to think thoughts.


Zombie Ang is puzzled by this camera thingy.


Riding in cars with zombies.


Zombie Ang and her seeping neck wound in Gold Medal Park.


Arrrrghhhnnnggggghhhh!


Erin is Zombinet Ramsey.


This poor couple were bitten on their honeymoon. Now they hand out gelatinous brains to children and the elderly.


Rockin' an undead heater.


My dead, chewed up puppy.




Somehow this Zombie couple wandered into Minneapolis from the suburbs. It must have taken them days and countless brains.


Zombie Abe Lincoln doesn't want your motherfuckin' five-spot, chump. Give him brains!


Zombie transvestites need brains too.


Dude in the background on the right is trying to look down their shirts to see some zombie titty.


This old dude with the walker was bitten while bitching about the firmness of his tapioca at the assisted care facility.


Courtney's gaping cheek and nose wound at Grumpy's.


Max just had some ribs. Human ribs. Somebody get him a wet one!


Gnnnnrrrrrgh. I didn't die for your sins, but I died in the middle of one.


This zombie at the table is sad about being undead. Emo zombie?


Does my neck look torn to shit to you?


Naw, baby, you look fine. Now shut your ass and eat some brains with me.


You like my turkey buzzard baby thing?


Noooooo!!! Stop picking at my wound! Or at least share, you greedy little bastard.


I wanted to do something with missing eye(s) like this dude, but it had to be a bitch seeing anything after dark.


Brain juice.


*sniff* Remember that smell. Is not brain. Gnnnnuh...


You know you want to hop on this undead cock baby. It's hard with rigor mortis!


Stay! Good boy.


The crowd at Sgt. Preston's.




This wedding party was a little surprised to arrive to a bar and patio wall-to-wall with flesh-eating cranium suckers.


Peter is oh so pretty! Kisses then, dolls.


Teucer (seated, left) and Jenn (standing) were at Town Hall Brewery with Teucer's brother for a different event. You guys couldn't have at least chewed on a liver or baby lung or something?


Hey, Mom! Yeah, it's me. I'm on a phone and I'm dead! What the fuck?


Zombie Michael Jackson leads a crowd of the undead in a rousing choreographed dance to "Thriller" playing on some guy's boombox.


This pile of intestines was literally vomited upon by one of the drunken zombies. Some guy spotted them and was going to put them in his mouth for a photo op before a girl warned him. He was half a second from having a mouthful of zombie puke.


The Corner Bar was full of the stench of death.


Ain't no party like a zombie party.


Mmmrrrghhhh.... flesh!


No, undead puppy! That's OUR salsa! *smacks puppy on nose with a detached arm*


Yeah, I just want to get up in there and lick it.


Dead sexy.


Ang had her period on the table.


What's up, my bitches?


The sidewalks and streets along the path of the crawl were covered in trails, splotches, and splatters of blood.


Video to come!