They needed someone expendable, a volunteer with the kind of between-meals, snack-sized brains even an anorexic zombie would consider beneath his dignity. My flight was scheduled for 7:30 a.m.
Every gun imaginable was brought to slay zombies, even a baseball bat mounted on a machine gun-toting lawn mower, just in case things got a little too CQB.
More than 1,000 shooters participated in the annual event and here's a look at a few of them—including a husband and wife, brother and sister, best friends and more.