Things were looking bleak for the few remaining survivors of the undead incursion, was there a ritual? Had Saint Willard returned from the dead to devour the living? Did two slightly stoned, radioactive weed growers, from deep within the valley know anything more than how to grow drugs that would make you glow in the dark ?

One by one the survivors who were clinging on to the concept that the Priest had not lied fell prey to the undead, and many of the questions went unanswered, but one answer was certain, although the solution may have laid outside the buildings, everyone felt more secure barricaded inside the pub, and to be honest who could blame them?

The valley was now flooded with the living dead and whenever anyone ventured outside, they too were soon devoured, punks and hippies, men and chicks, pacifists and soldiers, all felt the cold rotting maws of the undead clamp down upon them and soon their eyes too would deaden, as after a time, the undead outnumbered the living by more than thirty to one...

Once again the undead congregated, perhaps driven by some unseen and unfelt instinct to feed and although two people survived within the Last Drop Inn, one of them gave way to temptation and the words of the Priest and sacrificed their only living companion to Saint Willard in the vague hope that this would save their soul and return the army of the dead from whence it had come...

In simple terms, the sacrifice failed, the zombies remained and everyone within Willard Valley died....

One man made it to the field and tried to escape but even a stout pair of swift human legs was no match for more than seventy blood thirsty undead...

This year, the question was simply "Would YOU Survive?" and the answer was "NO!"

Ahhh... and the some rest and booze...

But then it was suddenly Sunday... Click Here...