No, not the radio programme. I've always had a special pocket of love for postapocalyptic scenarios, the aesthetic field known as 'apocalypse punk' but which I will call 'rapturepunk' because it's a better name, and indeed zombie media. Postapocalyptic-zombie-attack scenarios, therefore, are as manna to me. I once planned out a graphic novel which is precisely that, but this isn't that.
This is a fucking ridiculous imagining of what would happen if zombies attacked a small south-coast university town.
Which happens to have an archery club.
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| Keigh. The sort of person you wouldn't want to meet down a dark alley. |
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| West. The sort of person you'd be quite glad to see down a dark alley. |
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| Scout. The sort of person you'd never find anywhere near a dark alley. |
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| Morwood. The sort of person who could beat a dark alley to death with its own bricks. | |
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| Ed. The sort of person who got dropped from the concept fairly quickly because he had no purpose. |
The irony is that the people these characters are very loosely based on are actually more epic than the characters themselves.
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