It was the first of it’s kind in Scotland. A mass organised zombie walk through Kelvingrove Park in the West End of Glasgow. I made my way through for it with my camera to see how it unfolded. It was awesome.
In what must rank as one of the most surreal things I’ve ever seen I made my way to the park. For once it was a spectacularly nice late Autumn day. The sun was out and the air was crisp. The golden sun shining down casting its rays on unassuming couples walking hand in hand through the park. Families out with children enjoying the start to the weekend. Young lads out playing football on the pitches and tourists wandering around with cameras marvelling at the architecture of the surrounding museums and university.
But there was something in the air. A feeling of anxiousness and trepidation. The air was still, the sun low. Some people knew but the majority didn’t. In less than 30 minutes this part of the park would be infested by zombies of all shapes and sizes. From all walks of life.
I proceeded to walk to the farthest northerly entrance to the park, arming myself with my camera. Batteries, memory cards, lenses and other assorted weaponry. I could see a group of people standing looking upward toward the university. As I got closer I could see that they were all looking in one direction. Pointing. My gaze followed and what I saw will stay with me for the rest of my life. What could only be described as a zombie hoard, at least 200 strong, perhaps more, slowly but surely making there way toward the park where they would feast upon the unsuspecting civilians.