When in Zack’s house, you had better come correct. And when it comes to the undead, no one comes more correct than Zombie painter Byron.
This scribblegraph was something that popped into my head while Byron and I caught up tonight, chatting about arty stuff until all the ungodly hours. He’s the consummate madman, sitting calm as a plum while the zombie swarm oozes its way towards him. But a true artisté knows no fear, and he holds the line in the name of artistic expression.
I decided I had better stick around in case things got messy – that’s me covering his three up on the roof top, with an anti-z-stench gas mask and my Z-Day weapon of choice: the Bō.
Hope you enjoy this z-day scribble, Byron.