Warmly mild and cool to the breeze just like any other Sunday afternoon, a zombie horde made their slow moving lurch from the steps of Town Hall to the sails of the Sydney Opera House.
Shuffles of undead feet managed to move through and past the chaos of living pedestrians bearing fresh brains, so many of which smell exotic and foreign. With not a single icecream scoop presented nor a single attack taking place, the zombies in the day's proceedings were of a civil nature.
Gathering in the late afternoon and dropping scads of flesh along the trail, the few with not so ripped or not so rotted vocal chords mrrghed and uurrgghed to the milling army. A small band of Goths were reported missing in the crowd and never resurfaced.
One zombie, with an eyeball dangling left and out of his eye socket, estimated the gathering maw of rotting corpses to be three to four hundred. Another, sporting a severed limb new off its host, places conservatively with numbers in the few dozen or so dozen.
Patient zero and organiser of the event, Rachel Young, asserts a rough count to the day as a little under or over two hundred zombies.
Written on Sunday, 30 April 2006