I arrived at the Bathurst subway station at about 5 p.m. on Sunday, exiting just in time to catch the end of the 2007 Toronto Zombie Walk.

Many people took this event very seriously. Either that, or they are fortunate enough to have movie make-up artists as friends! Here's a Flickr page to see what I mean (behold the sample image to the right).

Anyway, after running a few errands, I went to catch a southbound streetcar at the stop by Honest Ed's. A constant stream of the undead passed by me.

One blonde little girl was dressed up in head-to-toes goth gear with light zombie makeup. She resented the digital camera beeping and clicking that her photogenicity had inspired. "Hey, no pictures!" she snarled at a few people. A few remarked on the cuteness of her costume. "These are her real clothes," explained the equally goth-looking mother.

Another little blond girl looked considerably less undead, but was still in zombie character. She liked attention and was having a great time attacking passersby, nipping at their pantlegs.

There's a used bookstore close to the stop. I went to window-shop while waiting for the streetcar, the moans and grunts of the parading brain-munchers providing the aural backdrop.

When I walked back to the stop, the littlest zombie -- arms raised, teeth bared -- decided to attack moi.

"Whoa! You don't want bite me," I told her. She came to a complete halt and awaited further explanation.

"I'm a Frankenstein," I told her as her innocent little face stared upwards. "And when zombies bite us, we get mad and eat the zombies."

The parents played along. "Did you hear that?" the kneeling mom told the daughter, both hands on her child's shoulders. "He's a zombie eater!"

I nodded at the kid in grim confirmation.

A look came over the tot's face that suggested she now thought she was in way, wa-a-a-y over her head ("A zombie eater?!?! Nobody said anything about zombie eaters. WTF?!?!").

However, lest you think I traumatized her for life, she was back to happily attacking the living within minutes.

PS

A zombie couple shambled by me before the attack. "Brains?" the guy asked me.

"You don't want mine. It's toxic," I deadpanned, eliciting some chuckles.

My alternate take would have been this: "I'm an an American Republican who thinks George W. Bush is the greatest president ever."

Now, if some zombie really wants to bite into that brain ...

PPS

An extremely visual event like this, and the only place I can a photo gallery is on Flickr (TheStar.com only had one picture). Score one for user-generated content.