Holy Cow Batman.
Just got back – 01:32 in the morning.
What an AMAZING night.
Rocked up to the Watershed, got my ticket, went to St Nicks market – all before 9pm, so it was still daylight. Just.
By 9.30 I was jelled into a group of really lovely folk (5 of them plus me) and running to the first rendezvous point…
And then we encountered our first zombie.
Dang! That boy was FAST. All of us just ran in different directions and immediately the group of split up. One of us got bitten straight away. Thankfully the rest of us found each other again and continued.
I’ve spent 3 hours either jogging through remote areas of Bristol or sprinting for my life. Utterly exhausting… my leg muslces are screaming at me – in between bouts of turning into jelly. Just ran a bath with half a box of Radox muscle relaxant…
So many amazing moments of sheer terror.
Sneaking in a half-crouch, crawling on my belly behind walls, stalking through woodland and parks to avoid zombies…
Having one zombie leap OVER a fence as he saw me and ran towards me screaming. I couldn’t believe it, fell back, actually slammed down onto the ground and next thing he was on top of me… snarling, grabbing me… and I just SCREAMED and SCREAMED for real. Bizarre. That was my first death.
Bristol will never seem the same again, at night.
If you ever get the chance to do 2.8 hours later… do not hestitate. It’s an incredible experience.
I’ve got some awesome video footage. Just need to collate and hopefully stitch the best bits together. Coming soon.
- Earlier entry about 2.8 hours later including explanatory info – click
- Follow up entry – pics and videos – click