Meet the Zombies
Using the very best in the business, all our Zombies are supplied by world renowned creator, Clive at Burkbench Designs. Each creation is unique, painted to the highest specification and matched with specially weathered clothing. Our staff inside love messing with your minds, amazing what day release can achieve.
TREVor, he's A right horrible little man
Trevor, the sort of man who has his own tankard at his local.
Opinionated, rude, probably a closet racist. Dressed like he owned a motorbike, he didn't. Trevor bought and sold cars, or anything else he could have a deal on, he never once paid a penny in tax. Trevor was also claiming disability benefit, fraudulently.
He'd left Beryl his long suffering wife for Sharon a 24 year old impressionable girl who was too scared of him to ask him to leave.
There was a bang on the door of the flat, assuming it was someone about a motor, he opened the door and a zombie bit half his face clean off. Trevor stumbled back, closed the door and fell onto Sharon's pushbike, tearing his beer belly open on the handlebar.
Hearing the commotion, Sharon looked down the stairs and finally finding the courage she actually always had, escaped out bathroom window.
Making her way into town, Sharon was one of the first to be evacuated and is now leading up the catering section at a secure camp in Wales, ironically with Beryl, who is the cook. Funny old world.
C c Colin, he's c c coming to k k kill you.
Meet Colin, Health and Safety officer of the local building site.
Luckily he has lost his clipboard he used to hide behind. Hard hat has fallen off but ever the consummate professional, he still wears his Hi-Viz vest and work boots.
Much as in life, death continues to make him avoidable at all costs. Not because he will snitch on you about your Adidas Gazelles to the boss, but because he has finally although un-wittingly found his spine and will now chew you a new one.
Tennyson
Tennyson was geeky and scrawny through high school. He always wanted to be one of the cool kids, but never had the charisma.
His grades were distinctly below average, which set a course for much of the rest of his life.
One wet Tuesday, on a team-building exercise with his dead-end job, Tennyson’s boss led them deep into the Forest Of Dean before breaking out his family recipe IPA.
Tennyson remembered taking the first sip before waking up late the next morning all alone.
During the night, the others had abandoned him. Once again, the laughing stock.
Tennyson tried to hike his way out of the woods.
That was the last anyone ever heard of Tennyson.
