After a grueling day of battling the hordes at ComicCon, we were ready for a nice relaxing meal. We slowly made our way over to the Blue Point on 5th to meet up with some out of town friends NOT in town for ComicCon.

We settled into our fantastic outside table and were enjoying our martinis and mojitos when I heard my friend from Denver gasp and exclaim "What the hell is that?!"

I looked up to see the 4th Annual San Diego Zombie Walk ambling by in all their gory, bloody, gutsy glory; immediately regretting my recently ordered medium rare steak.

Over the course of our meal no less than a thousand zombies hungrily passed by not only groaning for our brains but a few even reached out for my man's perfect dirty, wet martini. My kinda zombie!

The undead hordes were as eclectic as the con-goers in all their shredded finery.

There were bloody business zombies:

zombie nurses:

zombie brides:

creepy kid zombies:

out of focus gangster zombies:

zombies with amazing hair:

And the most dangerous of all: ZILFs!! (Zombie I'd Like to F@ck). Whoever thought the damed could be so damn sexy?!?

More zombies soon, I just need another martiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii