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Walking Dead Escape: Commuting Dead

Story by Teo J. Babini - teo@citizenbrooklyn.com Photos and video by Tamriko Bardadze

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It all started like a real life version of “The Warriors”. I was up in The Boogie Down visiting my tattoo crew to get some fresh morning ink before the shop opened when the invasion started. I guess they could smell the blood seeping from underneath my bandages. I figured I’d spare the fellas the trouble and make a mad dash for the train… Sure enough, when feet hit street they came runnin’. Bleary-eyed zombies coming from all directions. A symphony of gunshots, though futile, rang out as people defended their very flesh.

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

I don’t know The BX all that well, but somehow I made my way. A smartphone’s real clutch amid a zombie apocalypse. The only problem was these freaks had already made their way onto the elevated tracks. I made it to the platform just in time. Good thing it was rush hour because the sound of “Stand Clear of the Closing Doors Please” meant I was safe for now. A few managed to make it on to the iron horse, but I didn’t think the cops would mind my crossing from car to car, in light of the circumstances. I finally found an undead free car inhabited only by a sleeping bum, I guess they didn’t find him all that appetizing. The stench was so bad I thought I might be better of with the corpses.

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

It was smooth sailin’ until we hit 42nd Street. The sheer mass of flesh eaters held the subway doors open so that I had to continue on foot. I thought the station was bad, but Times Square had been converted into a real meat market, reminiscent of its existence in the seventies. There were so many walkers about, they could barely move. Luckily, years of city life had made me an expert at the sidewalk shuffle, so I managed to escape Gomorrah and hop on a Citi bike. It was a slow ride, but I’d take the threat of zombies over cabbies any day. Much more maneuverable.

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

The whole city was in chaos, like old New York. I bet the gentrifying yuppies didn’t see this one coming. Blood covered bros in suits all around. I finally made it to the bridge to cross over into Williamsburg and that’s when things really got weird. I couldn’t tell the difference between friend and foe, dead or alive… Everyone looked the same. The apathetic hipsters couldn’t be bothered to run and all the zombies had become vegans. In fact, now that I think about it, the whole thing wasn’t all that much more complicated then my average morning commute, the only difference being that work’s probably cancelled (fingers crossed). “Hey fellas, who’s up for a bloody Mary?”

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

Photo © Tamriko Bardadze

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