Free-Range Zombies

Survival of the Dead

Plum Island, off the coast of Delaware, is so named due to its plentiful plums, as well as having sweeping ocean views, beautiful Autumn foliage and free-range zombies.

Survival of the Dead

Feuding immigrants have turned P.I. into a refuge from the zombie takeover, and are actually doing pretty good, as long as those thievin’ O’Flynns stay off the half of the island marked by those sweater-wearin’ Muldoons. Both sides are p*ssed off at each other for some reason or another relating to pride, but that’s not what you paid to see. You want the undead peeling the skin off human necks, like they were eating a blood orange.

Survival of the Dead

Patrick O’Flynn, a cantankerous old fart, was ousted from the island, where Seamus Muldoon now holds dictatorship. With a name like that, you can bet he’s a well-respected Irishman.

Survival of the Dead

Some rag tag military guys and a teen make it to the island with the help of Patrick, who chews up his lines like a zombie eating some Irish neck stew. The plan is to overthrow Seamus, re-establish the island as a sanctuary for everyone left living (something Seamus didn’t cotton to), and live like hell ass damn kings.

Survival of the Dead

Due to the zombie encroachment and the eating of Irish throats, a tentative truce is established so that everyone left standing can eradicate the zombie infestation. Yeah, a truce between Irish clans — that’ll hold. Survival of the Dead

O’Flynn’s hottie daughter gets bitten and zombifies, and spends her days riding around the island on a horse. She looks kinda zombie-cool, but for the most part, no new ground-breaking undead face rot. In fact, the dead look a little on the amateurish side.

Survival of the Dead

The flesh-feast gore in Survival of the Dead (2010) is explicit, but nothing we haven’t tasted before. Most of the story revolves around the human conflict, with zombies thrown in for zest.

Survival of the Dead

There is something new this time, however. An experiment to teach zombies to eat animals is working. (You know that horse I mentioned?) So maybe a truce between the O’Flynns and Muldoons and zombies is possible after all. Between those left not shot in the face, eaten by zombies, or made into plum fertilizer, that is.

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