Putting a horrific spin on the term. She’s alone at home, a Romerothon is streaming on TV, but little does she know that the zombie apocalypse has begun and she left her door unlocked.

I’m thinking of putting an art book together, again (God, Rob. Just do it already…), and this is going to be the cover. I think it sums up my art, but “how dare an artist classify his own work”, and “is digital even art?” It’s not hubris, I try to find the soul of any … Read more
Putting a horrific spin on the term. She’s alone at home, a Romerothon is streaming on TV, but little does she know that the zombie apocalypse has begun and she left her door unlocked.

There are rules if one wants to let their guard down in days since the z-virus sucker-punched civilization, then took all of its toys in a tidal wave of walking dead. One of the rules? Always check for Zombies in bathrooms, they will straight up murder you while you’re doing your business. Asá knew this, so although she got careless, she always kept her 9mm nearby.

‘Hold up, fellas!” I yelled. We were clearing the valley hotspot. It was dirty work. Some of the Zekes werefaster and craftier than the others, so we had to watch out when we put them down. The virus had decimated this area, everything was dead. Some of them retained memories, however basic, of their past … Read more