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Jakob Kelser is a lonely man living in a run-down house on the edge of a council estate. After enduring weeks of aggrevation and torment from local youths , Jacob, in a last-ditch attempt to once again lead a normal life, plots his revenge on his unsuspecting tormentors. One by one, they're be taught a lesson. One by one, they meet their deaths.

Staines brewery have just un-leashed their newest ale. The Seamans Gold is a pint to die for - literally! With the streets of Swindon alive with the un-dead, sales executive Sarah Bennett is looking for ways to maximize profit, whilst Mark Anderson is desperately searching for an antidote. Yes, indeed, a simple beer creates legions of zombies. And all hell soon breaks loose.

Jakob Kelser is a lonely man living in a run-down house on the edge of a council estate. After enduring weeks of aggrevation and torment from local youths , Jacob, in a last-ditch attempt to once again lead a normal life, plots his revenge on his unsuspecting tormentors. One by one, they're be taught a lesson. One by one, they meet their deaths.

Jakob Kelser is a lonely man living in a run-down house on the edge of a council estate. After enduring weeks of aggrevation and torment from local youths , Jacob, in a last-ditch attempt to once again lead a normal life, plots his revenge on his unsuspecting tormentors. One by one, they're be taught a lesson. One by one, they meet their deaths.

Jakob Kelser is a lonely man living in a run-down house on the edge of a council estate. After enduring weeks of aggrevation and torment from local youths , Jacob, in a last-ditch attempt to once again lead a normal life, plots his revenge on his unsuspecting tormentors. One by one, they're be taught a lesson. One by one, they meet their deaths.

Staines brewery have just un-leashed their newest ale. The Seamans Gold is a pint to die for - literally! With the streets of Swindon alive with the un-dead, sales executive Sarah Bennett is looking for ways to maximize profit, whilst Mark Anderson is desperately searching for an antidote. Yes, indeed, a simple beer creates legions of zombies. And all hell soon breaks loose.