Missie: The Punk Walker

The Story of Missie


Missie was a Punk Rocker
With tickets to the show-
Decked out in her finest digs
She was all pumped up to go.

To the club along the way
She wasn’t feeling right-
Her arm was throbbing from today
When she got in a crazy fight.

She didn’t have a blackened eye
Because she wasn’t hit-
For once her face was completely fine
But her freaking arm got bit!

But Missie was going out tonight
Bleeding arm or not-
Once she was there she’d feel alright;
Why is it suddenly so hot?

At the show and all alone in a bathroom stall
Now the place feels freezing cold-
And lying limp against the wall
Sickly pale under her makeup she’s a sad sight to behold.

Shivering painfully all the way to bone
Missie didn’t feel it when she fell upon the floor-
The world went black with the fading echo of her moan;
Her heart and breathing slowed until they simply were no more.

Dying in the Lady’s Room of a kick-ass, rockin’ show
With people barely noticing- thinking that she’s drunk.
She’d be very pleased with “such a hard-core way to go.”
If she could comment Missie’d say her death was oh so “punk.”

Too bad she couldn’t stay that way
A corpse upon the ground-
She’d paid to see a live band play
So she stumbled towards the sound.

She headed right towards the surging mass of fans
Struggling to coordinate her clumsy legs & feet-
Discovering again how to move & use her hands
Suddenly these people smelled like some kind of yummy treat!

“Did I have dinner before I left?” She struggled to recall
Ravenous she could not resist this dancing meat buffet-
Before she knew it she was feasting: trying to eat them all!
The music stopped and people screamed and tried to run away.

Dead and hungry and all bloodied up, walking from the show-
Still in her best digs she’s all dressed up without a place to go.
That band that should’ve been so kick-ass had really been a bummer

And Missie is now A Punk Walker
Who killed & ate the drummer.


How I did it:
Missie is a "Punk Walker" bobble-head doll that I made, basically from scratch out of one doll's head, another one's body, and one of my plastic skeletons. I did a lot of cutting with wire clippers and sawing with a mini-saw and a kitchen knife to get all the pieces and to make the flesh look torn at the ends. I filed down the clipped plastic bone pieces to make them sit against the torn-up plastic legs and arms, then used hot glue to attach them, which I also clippered to make look torn.

All the body parts were painted the same blue-ish tone as the face at the same time, the furry vest was originally white and hand painted in layers, all of the clothes and jewelry (the fishnet stockings, one leather boot, leather tube-top, 2 belts, vest, poofy skirt etc). I basically made mini versions of real jewelry for her, drew the tattoos myself (sadly) and her bitten arm has real gauze. I finished everything normally before adding the blood & gore on top.

The head was almost a separate project and took about as long as the body. She has real nose, lip, and ear piercing- including an "industrial" that goes through. The flesh gone from her mouth has teeth showing underneath that I shaped and painted using plastic and glued on the inside -all of the wounds go down to bone that's glued on the inside, except for the eye.

(Does it look stringy? Like real nerves and such? That was what I wanted.)
The gouged-out eye is blue because her eyes were blue before she became a walker and that one is dead and not infected- or that was my logic since the other eye I removed and painted yellow-y on the inside.

Her hair and remaining-eye makeup is supposed to indicate that she's more of an 80s style Punk chick and her head is attached with a spring so that it really does bobble around.
The stand is supposed to be the stage and it’s also hand-made: I sanded down the pop cycle sticks to fit against each other and the sides, then sanded the top. Then I played around with glue & paint mixtures to get colors that layered well to look like dirty laminated wood flooring. The arm is supposed to be the drummer’s so he’s holding tiny drumsticks, and I made a double of her boot in order to make imprints in the blood on the stage. I also made a tiny hand out of foam rubber to do the bloody handprints and clawing.

The blood and gore I tried to layer too- dark colors for old blood first, then adding lighter shades up to the blood red. The blood on her is fresh in certain parts and older in others- like the hand holding the drummer arm has old blood because she’s been stumbling around snacking on it for a while. All the blood on the floor was made to be fresh because 1 she’s standing there dripping, and 2 the carnage hasn’t settled to where it would dry or coagulate yet. She’s standing with her feet skewed and not strait up like she’s in the middle of a “zombie shuffle” I think that detail got lost with so much blood- like on the face- which is something I regret.

Otherwise I’m fairly pleased with her.

Don’t know why I decided to do this, and so meticulously too- it took over a month of putting it down and coming back, etc. to finish it. But I DO know that the whole “Punk Rocker/Walker” notion is the fault of the band Dead Milkmen because of their song “Punk Rock Girl” which played in my head virtually the ENTIRE FREAKING TIME I worked on this and sometimes my head sang “Punk Walker” in the lyrics instead of “punk rock girl.”

Yeah. So that’s where that came from. Then I had the idea of fans literally ripping the band to pieces at a show from…pretty much every good show I’ve ever gone to.
The little poem came last.

A lot of work went into Missie so I hope someone likes/appreciates her other than me! :