I think this is about the third time I’ve drawn the Monroeville Mall. I think this it the best version of it I’ve done so far.

Every time our heroes make it to the Mall it seems like it’s crawling with those damnable humans, who for some weird reason don’t want to be zombies. What’s up with that?

Why are people so against that? They’re always making plans to survive the apocalypse and fight the zombies. But what if becoming a zombie is awesome! Like a 24 hour high… with pizza… and supermodels?

You could be missing out on the greatest experience of your life and not even know it. All because you were too cowardly to let a diseased corpse take a massive chunk out of your Jugular.

….pffft… whatever, wimp.