Elle and I were supposed to promo for Sketchy’s at the Zombie Walk, but some jackass decided to slash my brother’s tire.  We managed to run over between getting the spare on and taking it down to the tire shop and take some snaps of the good people of our fair city – plastered in blood and gore. 

This year’s route was more than twice as long as the inaugural Walk last year, and 350 people lumbered and shuffled the meandering path through Charleston’s East End.  It warmed my chilly little heart.