Originally Posted by DashHopes
Back in my day zombies didnít run. They walked. Uphill. In the snow. They ate what brains they could find and they liked it.
...and they had to share a set of teeth with their zombie friends.
This looks nothing like the book. Although the pile of zombies, ala the African Marabunta ants, climbing the outside of a building was pretty freaky.
Pushing up the ante, I know you've got to see me,
Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again . . .