I began yesterday's trek at South Station in Boston. As I walked the streets - following a trail of blood left by the fiends - I came across the following:
|Abandoned fancy shoe|
I can only assume that some poor woman, out for a fancy dinner and a night of dancing, ran into the wrong sort of crowd on her way to the club.
A charity worker who was only trying to help kids in need stops to talk to who he thinks is a few tourists out for a leisurely stroll in Fanueil Hall. Notice the blond's vacant, hungry eyes...
|Zombies surveying a possible meal|
Even beloved childhood characters are not immune to the zombie curse!
|Dorothy with her dead dog Toto|
|Decomposing police officer & co.|
The poor man shown below has no idea that he will soon be a running buffet!
|The calm before the storm|
|One of the infected who is in the process of changing!|
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