Ah Portland, let me count the ways...

Let me set the scene for you -
I'm chatting with another vendor in the aisles of Saturday Market today. It's a beautiful Fall day actually, a little bit of chill in the air, but nice. People around are the normal Market flair - a mix of middle class tourists, young college kids out checking out the town, local people aimlessly walking...
We are talking about the slowness of the day and how we can't wait till closing bell; a guy walks by about twenty feet away with a fairly pronounced limp and seems, by casual glance, a bit worse for wear, but I think very little of this, it doesn't stop conversation, just a background half observation.
We continue with our probably typical 'any office co-worker' conversation, when one of the tallest men I've ever seen comes blazing past us moving as fast as he can with arms outstretched and legs stiff as boards, in an outfit torn and covered in blood with the most vacant yet hungry stare.
A zombie.
It was humorous, and I'll admit a tad bit scary to come out of nowhere really. Conversation resumes, only now talking about how Halloween IS only a week away; 'are you gonna dress up? go out somewhere?'
'Hey do you hear something?'
A strange low noise in the distance, outside of the Saturday Market boundary.
It gets a little louder but still low and ominous like a moan. Or maybe many moans...
It gets loud enough that you know it must be within the Sat Market boundary now, and coming this way. You can hear lots of shuffling steps, odd rhythms, definitely moans, groans, 'ArrRGhS' and 'rrraaaAAAAA's.
Holy Crap, the Zombie Apocalypse has landed in Portland!!
And it's fairly true, at least A THOUSAND zombies paraded themselves, in a very odd, yet very coordinated zombie way, across the Market grounds today.
All were quite done up in blood and gore and pasty body paint (or just pasty w/o paint) and torn clothing. There were handicapped zombies, zombie pets, half naked zombies, zombies in pajamas, doctor, nurse, construction, and office zombies. It was quite the scene.
My favorite part was how our local security official in charge of taking care of such 'ruffians' was trying to herd the hundreds of zombies, who are in full 'act brain dead' mode, away from the market grounds.
Just a simple waving of "Move along zombies. Keep over there please", and if one 'shuffles' over a little close, push them back to the main line. Quite amiable really, zombies. I thought you would need a baseball bat or something, but a simple push in the right direction works just fine. Like their really just drunk, not undead.
Love it.