I was coming back from lunch today when I saw some students who looked... not quite right. Naturally, I grabbed my camera.
As they got closer, I noticed the blood splattered on their clothes. The gaping wounds on their faces and necks. I heard low, guttural moans coming from the group, and then one word was clear.
I kept my distance - they were slow moving zombies and seemed confused by all the people pointing at them and cowering along the sidewalk. One student, though, caught their eye. The zombies all descended upon him, the moaning chant of "BRAINS!BRAINS!BRAINS!" getting louder and more frenzied. And when they finished with whatever terrible tragedy they were writhing in and backed away from the student, he rose - as one of them!
That was right about when I decided to go back to work. I was pretty sure the zombies weren't really going to attack me and eat my brains, but I didn't want to take any chances. You can't be too careful when zombies are concerned.