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On September 30 I walked down 42nd St to attend an early screening of Zombieland, but to my surprise I got way more than I had bargained for. Standing in line I was quickly surrounded by the livinging dead. Seeing the infected swarm around the 42nd St AMC theater was a sight to be seen. These were not your normal zombie fans who just dressed to impress. No. These zombies brought their A-games with full on blood, gore and the famous slow-zombie limp walk. It was like walking into a theater performance full of actors all waiting for the main attraction, but before that could happen we were surprised by a very special guest. Sitting in an auditorium
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I sat on the edge of my seat cheering for the "zombie kill of the week" and give full credit to the genius end battle at Pacific Playland. I will never be able to look at an amusement park in the same way ever again, and I love it.
The only thing that made the night complete was leaving the theater and exiting onto the street of Time Square behind several groups of zombies. Watching these performers make their way down the streets was a horror fans wet dream. Women were screaming, people were jumping out of the way, and the NY Police seemed clueless by the invasion. I only wish I had a camera to catch the zombies down in the subway.
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Picture this... A woman is walking up the stairs, exiting the subway station. Clinging to the handrail a man in a business suit is struggling to make his way down the stairs, using the railing to support his weight as he hobbles on one leg to get down the stairs. The woman looks over at the man and asks if he is ok, or if he would like some help. In response he slowly turns his head toward her, revealing a pale white face, white eyes(contacts) and several layers of flesh pealing away from his face as he and lets out a deep guttural moan. She screams and takes off up the remaining stairs two at a time. The zombie, emotionless and not effected by the reaction, turns back and continues to make his way through the subway and onto a downtown N train heading towards Brooklyn. I only imagine what that subway ride must have been like.
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