Sean, Madeline and Brett; realizing all the zombies in this movie are homeless British street urchins.
Sean, Madeline and Brett; proud of their ragged wardrobe.
Zombie farts were even funnier than normal ones.
Already in wardrobe, the fearsome threesome start to wonder which of them smells like hobo. And which of them smells like dead hobo.
The lapcam gets em every time.
Sean practices his 'mildly surprised yet disinterested zombie' look. Brett prepares to tickle him.
Madeline's neck tasted of honeysuckle, ginger, and a hint of Jim Beam.
Brett kept Sean in shadows not to take an artsy picture, but because the sight of him disgusted him to his very soul.
Ain't nuthin Madeline likes more than shirtless guys and severed heads.
Brett bites his lip, knowing that if he opens his mouth, the remainder of his breakfast burrito will once again try to escape.
Sean (quietly): If I have to wait around any longer, I'm going to really eat someone's brains.
Zombie disco nap.
Madeline and Sean with two actual actors from the film. Consistent with the genre, neither will survive the movie.
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).
