The Angry Dead is your one-stop shop for brains eating, apocalypse-chic sporting, one shoe having, torso dragging, jaw-bone missing, eye-socket exposing, undead abominations.
And since every zombie, worth his salt, needs survivors to eat, you know we’ve got those too! We’ve got ‘em in a cavalcade of shapes, sizes and flavors. Men, women and children! You name it, we’ve got it. And all of them running, desperately for their lives. Who’s going down next? Will it be the jerkwad ex-accountant or the bubbly teenaged ditz? My money’s on the gung ho, former-marine with the death wish.
