This post is rated PG-13, due to some mature themes, I would suggest skipping ahead to the cute pictures, which are plentiful. Well, not much I can say about these pictures or your decision to keep reading this post. Speaks for themselves, I believe. The evening started out innocently enough, ice cream on the porch, watching the much needed rain fall. Minutes later it devolved into this, strangely without provocation from their mother or me. I cannot prove but suspect they secretly watched our 28 Days Later DVD and felt they are uniquely suited for a life of zombie-dom. Hope is tough, ages of falling over air and other non-existent obstacles, she totally would be able to roll with the punches and absorb whatever injuries a life of terrorizing the living would bring. Both, also, are obviously oblivious to the stigma of being, frankly, pigs. Some zombies would get freaked out over the fresh kill aftermath and the effect it would have on their clothing, but not these two. Heck, I can safely say, they would revel in it.