I don’t support a lot of charities because, like most Americans, I’m fat, lazy, and far too obsessed over my own pathetic little microcosm to give a rat’s ass about the suffering of others. That’s why people like Zombie Walk Detroit are around: to goad slobs like me into giving a crap about their community. The fine folks at Zombie Walk Detroit figured out that, to motivate that apathetic, they’d need a hook. That hook: the walking dead. That’s right, they use the unholy power of necromancy for charity, which is pretty cool if you ask me.

This was the second zombie walk I’ve participated in. The first claimed over two hundred zombies, and raised enough money for over six thousand meals. I think this year did even better, but then I’m not really all that good about estimation (for instance, I’d estimate that I’ve written about five hundred words so far, but I would be sadly mistaken).

Without further a due, feast your eyes on some of my award winning* photography:

*Award may not actually exist.

This has been Dave sayin’: “Ooh, I’d bring a gun.”

Update: Here’s some more photos while I’m waiting on the final numbers:

UPDATE: It seems that there were significantly more zombies this year. At least 450 zeds showed up during the initial registration, with many more trickling in afterword.