Some of you might remember that
badass zombie dream that I had a while back. Caple illustrated a bit of it, which I totally forgot he did. Here we have Jeff and I standing atop an overturned bus, prepared to face the mass of zombies shambling below us on Rte 55. Jeff is, as always, impeccably dressed and wielding a golf club. I appear to be wearing one bunny slipper, one snowboot, and a bathrobe with nothing beneath. In my hand is a fire extinguisher, ready for zombie justice. Overall a pretty sweet bit of art. Check out the building all the way on the far right, it looks like some sort of giant zombie teabagged it and ran away.