There was an Internet-wide zombie apocalypse on June 13, in case you missed it. (See: dangers of squirrels, and why I don't generally give money to panhandlers.)

June 13 was also a Friday, which meant that according to Goth House tradition I was obliged to create a nightmare. This particular nightmare came up from a conversation while Paul and I were having dinner on Friday -- at first I made a LiveJournal post, and then I realized it would be better as a cartoon and I took down the post and started working on the cartoon.

The conclusion of the story is an obvious nod to Shaun of the Dead, although the ending of Shaun very similar to a dream I had a number of years ago. It was a zombie apocalypse dream, and eventually all my friends were zombies. But if the zombies were friends with you before they became zombies, they retained enough of their self-awareness that you just had to sort of wake them up and then they wouldn't eat you. I could say, "Joy! No brain-eating!" and she would snap out of it and go back to playing Magic: The Gathering.