Zombies, texting (YouTube)

Exterior: Roebling and Metropolitan, Brooklyn. Sunday evening, dusk. It is lightly raining; the season's first sun shower. The New York Observer is walking around with our mother, enjoying the long weekend and beautiful weather. It is quiet. Too quiet?

Suddenly, the stampeding of footsteps on the march; cars screeching to a halt, and the sound of a thousand screaming drunks fill the air...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ZCHhPAt5To

Mother: Is this a zombie march?

New York Observer: Yes, looks like it.

Drunk frat boy in rainbow wig and fake blood staggers towards us, attracted by our flashy iPhone.

Frat boy: Braaaaains!

Mother: ....

NYO: ...

Frat Boy: Brains? (He lurches away, in search of some.)

Mother: So, does this happen a lot?

NYO: Yeah. A lot, a lot.

Zombies walk through intersection in giant wave, disregardful cars blaring their horns.

Mother: It looks like the zombies are holding up traffic.

NYO: I am so glad I don't live in Williamsburg anymore.