Way back in January I mentioned how much I wanted to make and build this chariot, and almost a year later I've finally made a start. It's just occurred to me that doing it for Zombtober would have been a good idea, but this is me we're talking about.
In the middle of a dark, forbidding forest, a stone obelisk has stood for as long as locals can remember. They speak of it in hushed tones and outsiders are advised to keep away from it. But some adventurous types believe there is a copy of the Necronomicon on its base, and have gone in search of the obelisk to secure the tome and its powers. The forest has quietly absorbed them.
A couple of zombies stagger past an abandoned tent on a patch of wasteground behind the inevitable convenience store. The decomposing body of its owner lies outside, oblivious to the shambling undead.
Four more survivors battle a horde of zedheads by the dumpster. It's the only place they can afford to rent.
Calvin gets ready to take out some zedheads who are stinking up the alley behind the convenience store.
Well it's been five weeks and I'm assuming my Hasslefree survivors have succumbed to a zombie apocalypse in the depths of Caerphilly. Luckily these groovy mofos turned up a couple of days ago and gave me another chance to do some stuff for Dave's Apocalypse Me challenge. Here they are in the usual crappily-lit photos.