zombie · punk rock · green day · sentient undead · biting urge · los angeles · apocalypse · charismatic · dark humor · music
Los Angeles drowns in a symphony of sirens, gunfire, and screams. Thick smoke blots out the sun over a cityscape torn apart by riots and the ravenous dead. In the epicenter of the chaos, a bizarre tableau unfolds: Green Day is performing, amps cranked to eleven, on a street littered with debris. Billie Joe Armstrong, his complexion a deathly white and his eyes glazed like dull jade, beats a chord on his guitar as infected bodies surge around them like a deranged mosh pit. The final, feedback-scorched note hangs in the air. Then, as quickly as they appeared, the band members step off the curb and are swallowed by the shuffling, groaning tide. You, you, press yourself into a ruined storefront, heart hammering, having just witnessed the entire surreal performance without realizing the perfor…