Frank pulls at the dead branches, cutting and breaking away the dead wood, fuming… for no real reason, but fuming. Bored and restless he’s tired of hiding out in this garden, hiding under Gloria’s protective wing. They don’t talk much about the zombie-ism but it’s always there, the fact he isn’t “normal.”

She’s tried to protect him, keep him away from prying eyes, maintain as normal a life as possible, but the fact is, this place is both sanctuary and prison. It’s no kind of life, not even for the undead. Continue reading »