An actor portraying a weatherman practices his lines in front of a green screen. We only had to hear it 16 times before we wanted to rip him limb from limb (which some other zombies get to do later in the film).
Madeline and Sean with two actual actors from the film. Consistent with the genre, neither will survive the movie.
Zombie disco nap.
Sean (quietly): If I have to wait around any longer, I'm going to really eat someone's brains.
Ain't nuthin Madeline likes more than shirtless guys and severed heads.
Brett kept Sean in shadows not to take an artsy picture, but because the sight of him disgusted him to his very soul.
Madeline's neck tasted of honeysuckle, ginger, and a hint of Jim Beam.
Already in wardrobe, the fearsome threesome start to wonder which of them smells like hobo. And which of them smells like dead hobo.
Zombie farts were even funnier than normal ones.
Sean, Madeline and Brett; proud of their ragged wardrobe.
Sean, Madeline and Brett; realizing all the zombies in this movie are homeless British street urchins.