After the Comic:
You know, those old black-and-white horror movies always started the same way: an abandoned farmhouse, strange noises outside and somebody insisting, “There’s nothing to worry about.” Five minutes later, the dead are climbing through the windows!
In this Bootleg Comics version, Pede and I weren’t sticking around to discover whether those zombies wanted dinner or wanted us for dinner. I grabbed my coffee, Pede headed for the Jeep and we made tracks.
And yes, I had to say it: “At least the brother didn’t die first this time!”
-BJ
