Zombies? Run! Oh Wait, I'm The Zombie!!!

Brains!!!!!

 We need a change of pace from the dire state of American politics and of international relations.... so let's talk post-apocalyptic hellscape  I saw an ad for a Zombie Run, and, with little info, signed up.  A few weeks later, I drove about 50 minutes east of Ottawa with someone who was game for some braiiiiinnnns!  We found an amazing Caribbean food shack in the middle of nowhere (well, google found it and we liked the 4.9 rating).  And then we found Hammond Hill, which is a park/campground, I guess.  They had a small shack and a few benches that were called a "beer garden."  And then two young ladies applied zombie make up to us.

We had already dressed in z-gear.  My companion did a great job of using brown paint to make her clothes look pretty apocalyptic.  I went to a thrift store in search of medical clothing, scrubs or the like, as most zombie outbreaks involve hospitals (see the classic tome on this--World War Z--and not the movie).  I couldn't find any, but I found a green camo jacket and then finding green pants and t-shirt was easy.  I then took them home and put some bullet shaped holes in these clothes.

Anyway, once we had our zombie makeup on, we were given instructions.  There would be a trail through the woods and the organizer would station us along the trail.  We could jump out and grab the flags off of our victims--the runners--but we couldn't run super fast to catch them.  These were classic zombies that shamble, not sprinters like the 28 x later series or the lamentable WWZ movie.  I thought this would be easy as the path was fairly narrow, but the flags were not that easy to grab--they were strips of cloth firmly attached around people's upper arms/shoulders, not the flag football style flags that are easier to grab.  

Here's where 
I was stationed.
Grrrrrr.

I was stationed fairly early in the trail, and squatted in a dry streambed.  My camo was not that good apparently, as the first group had smartly assigned very loud squealing young ladies at the front, and they alerted everyone about my presence.  I couldn't shamble fast enough alas, so the first group got through with nary a bite.  I did manage to trap the most athletic guy, who was the last one.  My companion also got one flag.  But it didn't count as an infected victim unless they lost all three flags.  I think the rules could use some changing.

We then walked the path to get back, took some pics, and enjoyed the aforementioned beer garden.  I wish they had more runners, as the event was over so very quickly.  But it was a blast, and it got us out in the hinterlands during the peak of fall leaf peeping season.  

I would definitely do it again.  And it was nice warmup for Halloween with scary season upon us!