T枕着一丝倦意，一杯淡香的茶，一卷薄薄的书，一盏晕黄的灯，灯影摇曳，懒懒地听着窗外那下着的雨。刚刚还乌云翻滚，泛着惨白的光revor is between jobs. He spends his days avoiding his nagging heifer of a wife by hiding out in his allotment shed and painting figurines for his wargames with his agoraphobic friend, Graham, and dreaming of his heroic alter-ego, the battle mage Casimir the Destroyer. When Mr Parsons, one of the other allotment tenants, petitions to have Trevor removed from his disgrace of a plot (hes not there to grow stuff!) an argument ensues that leaves Trevor with a corpse to hide. Unfortunately, this untimely accident coincides with the zombie apocalypse and Mr Parsons return is just the beginnings of Trevors problems. More pressing is whether or not he should try and save his wife and her beautiful best friend, who both he and Graham have a thing for.