Alannah Marsh

A young man gets caught with his pants down, literally, as the zombie apocalypse begins. Unable to find shelter or clothing he must make a go of it with the help of an eccentric neighbor.

A regular Saturday morning slams their lives when Harvey recounts the half-wit, early stage Alzheimer clouded memories of a terrible dream he had where their oldest daughter called in the middle of the night to say that their next door neighbour had hit and killed their youngest daughter… But was it just a dream?