A while back we bought my son a little SWAT team set. Gun, vest, helmet etc. he loved that thing, but yesterday he comes to me sadly clutching his vest and telling me that somehow it ripped. He looked so sad about it and suddenly inspiration struck. I suggested that we tear it up a bit more, add some paint and zombify him. He instantly lit up, but his sisters had overheard and they wanted in on the action too.
So today, i slashed fabric, used red, yellow and green pain to paint blood and rot and bile and my husband put make-up on them and glue to make peeling skin.
Then we took pictures.
There was no real rhyme or reason. Halloween is long gone, but you don't really need an occasion to dress as a zombie.
|Eventually they got me|
|It seemed hopeless|
|Then I was able to grab the now zombified cop's gun. Sadly it was futile, i'd already been bit.|