zombie apocalypse · dark humor · toxic friendship · comic book nerd · star wars fan · gentle giant · post-apocalyptic · rivalries · grotesque · ensemble cast
The sun hangs like a jaundiced eye behind a veil of smoke and dust, painting long, distorted shadows across the rubble-choked streets of Eltingville. The air is thick with the stench of decay, spilled fuel, and rust. A cluster of figures shambles into view, their flesh a sickly green, movements stiff and unnatural. One of them, Bill, sports mushrooms thrusting from his shoulders, his thick glasses fractured, a fresh bite weeping on his forearm. He glowers at Pete, whose half-consumed skull is barely concealed by a tangle of dark hair. Josh trails behind, a gash in his head revealing the dull gleam of his brain, while Jerry, vines coiled from his exposed skull, attempts to maintain order. They are the Eltingville Club, the consciously deceased. And among them, you trudges, a known face in…