Yeah, they're dead. They're all messed up.

I first watched George Romero’s classic “Night of the Living Dead” when I was ten years old. Before the opening credits ended and with no ghoul in sight, I was so creeped out that I paused the tape, locked the front and back door and got a baseball bat. I then sat down and finished the film. I’ve been in love with / obsessed / terrified by zombies ever since. 25 years later and I still have nightmares of the undead. These 10 films are my favorite.