It Was a Zombie Kind of Day

Saturday morning dawn bright and clear.  Being early spring there was a nip in the air, but the promise of warmer temperatures was there.  The sky was the beautiful bright blue of a spring day.  Trees were in bloom.
It had all the promise of being a delightful Saturday.  Then I saw the ominous signs nearby.
First, this innocent sign hanging in a tree, a tree ripe with new leaves, ripe with the portent of a new season.
But this was not a sight I expected to see on this beautiful day.  Red as the bark of the nearby shrubs, this was not left by any innocent means.  It was left by a……..
  ZOMBIE!!!!!!!
I looked around and sure enough there seemed to be a leader to this bloody crew. 
After much work (and waiting) the first group of zombies gathered to do his bidding.
And soon, this cruel dictator led his motley crew into the woods for who knows what mayhem and madness.  There was running up and down steep hills.
 
Over and over again, he forced his minions up and down these hills, never fearing those carrying guns, as he was the “director”.

Into the deepest woods he forced his people. 

In all of his depravity he was aided by his equally evil “cinematographer”.    This diabolical minion carried a magic box around with him at all times, pointing it at the zombies and ordering them to repeat over and over again the same things until both he and the “director” were satisfied. No amount of gunfire, screaming or lurching zombies would stop them.  They wanted MORE!

As hours slipped by, zombies dropped and were replaced by new zombies.
    And yet the “director” kept us to it. 
No amount of blood spilled was enough for his plans.  
 
And blood was everywhere on Saturday.  By the bucket full there was blood. 

What started out as a beautiful spring day   crept into the night, with no rest in sight.
In the end, I too fell victim to the blood and gore. 
Oh, wait….this is what I looked like today!  Damn daylight savings time!