It’s hard to say exactly what went on at the thousands of orphanages across India yesterday, but I’d be willing to bet that none of them celebrated Zombie Day the way we did at the Good Shepherd Agricultural Mission.
As part of our Summer Games, we put together a playfully ghoulish competition, allowing our four teams to take part in a variety of undead challenges.
It all started with a big reveal. After posting a simple ZOMBIE DAY sign on the Summer Games bulletin board, Clifton, Jackson, Katie, Aaron and I zombified ourselves and erupted on the scene unannounced, the way plagues usually do. Seeing April, the 23 year-old, tough-as-nails, Small Girl’s hostel in-charge scramble and scream if the world was ending was worth a whole gallon of fabric paint on my face and then some.
After some chasing, biting and general shrieks of delight, we announced to the kids that they had all been infected and needed to look the part. There was no voodoo or the occult or any dark magic involved. It was simple biology. Like most all zombie plots, a virulent (if fictitious) virus was to blame, and there was no stopping it.
And so, armed only with charcoal, baby powder, permanent markers and some worn-out clothing, the teams created some of the best walking dead this side of AMC.
It was shocking, really. Seeing so many beautiful faces transformed into nearly unrecognizable figments…I’m telling you: George Romero would have been proud.