A polis - or city, and the Greek root for police - transformed to a necropolis.
Order and culture both are consumed, erased, and remade. Inside, walking corpses gnaw bloody chunks from the long arm of the law and claw away at decades of history. If Romero's undead shoppers endure as a sneer at the narcotic lullaby of consumerism, then what more succinct symbol of a city helplessly disarmed is there than a police station commandeered by the dead?Įven better if that police station happens to have been a museum.
