ABOUT

These undead creatures, born of my own hands, shambled towards me with hunger in their lifeless eyes. Though their flesh was cold and sallow, I saw before me not monsters, but prime cuts waiting to be seasoned. Ribeyes on the bone, marbled with fat, ready to be seared to juicy perfection over a hot skillet. My mouth watered at the thought. Perhaps not all meddling with unnatural creation is evil - with the right spices, even zombies can make for a delightful dinner!