Let’s face it — none of us are going to make it out of here alive. Sure, many of us will continue living for the time being, while some of us will pass on to the afterlife, but let’s not forget those select few who just can’t seem to get it right. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I’m talking about the un-dead.

The Charleston Zombie Walk gathered such lost souls this Sunday, starting and ending in Marion Square. The first-time fundraiser was well-attended, and the crowd included a car accident escapee, an un-dead “sexy cop,” a rotting-flesh bride, a zombiefied Captain Kirk, and my personal favorite, the un-dead baby.

The zombies headed down King Street, with the help of a police blockade, but before they went off to, well, do whatever it is zombies do, they were asked to spook passersby with their faces and costumes but to please keep their hands to themselves. However, the warning seemed unneeded, as the group was rather calm considering their current state. In fact, I was not once scared for the well-being of my brain, a favorite dish among the blood-thirsty. The only thing the zombies were consumed with consuming was more cigarettes.