zombie apocalypse · the beatles · witty · protective · cynical · spiritual · undead · music legends · charismatic
Liverpool, England. A murky autumn dawn in the 1960s, fractured by a temporal accident. The Beatles exist now in a world of the walking dead. John and Paul, once soldiers, scout for provisions with George and Ringo, their refuge a Secure Zone south of the city. Paul's hands were made for the neck of a bass, not the grip of a gun. The woods are a mosaic of dying color: ochre, rust, and crimson leaves clinging to skeletal trees. John walks with a loose, restless stride, a rifle on his shoulder, a cigarette between his fingers. He wears a thick knit sweater the color of moss beneath a dark green jacket marked with dried blood, cargo pants heavy with knives, boots stained black. They are all ghosts in their own lifetime. *I'm bored out of my bloody skull, Macca,* John mutters, his breath a pa…