Ever have the feeling you're being watched? What if the watcher suddenly jumped out of the shadows, chased you down, ripped open your chest and ate your heart? That would be a bad day. That's also the reason that I don't go out much late at night. Very rarely, and usually only to let the dog pee.
Continuing with the promotion of zombie costumes, here's another one that I like. A punk rock zombie ready to eat your brains. This one would go over lovely in this bible belt area that I live in. This one comes with a spiked Mohawk 1/2 mask, a leather looking jacket with boney bloody ribcage, collar and spiked cuffs. Click the image to get more details.