Years ago (in high school) it was raining at the beach. My brother, two close friends, and I created the greatest movie of all time. Zombie Christmas at the Mall. Now just to set the rules, they are relatively slow zombies (i.e. they can't sprint, maybe a jog at best) and they need to bite to transfer the disease (scratching won't do it). Quite strong, but not superhumanly so. React to sound predominantly. The characters include; 1) A grizzled ex-Marine (Chris) who recently lost a bitter divorce battle with his (now) ex-wife, including a complete loss of custody. But he gets one last Christmas with his son. Since he came back from the war though he has been discharged from the Marines on psychiatric grounds, and instead has to work as, that's right, a Mall Santa (it grates against me to use mall instead of shopping centre but for some reason that's what we settled on). 2) His loveable son Timmy. This boy never really grew up with his Dad, but quite dislikes his Mum and wishes that he could live with his Dad instead. He desperately wants a teddy bear sold by a certain store in the Mall, but it is well out of his Dad's price range (as a Mall Santa going through a divorce) and his Mum refuses to get it for him (what a monster). 3) The ex-marine's best friend Kurt, who is about to ship off to the front again without his best mate Chris. He is like an Uncle to the kid, mentioned in every letter home, etc. 4) The Mall manager Arthur, a diabolical mad genius who is running zombie experiments in the sewers underneath the complex. But little does he know, something is about to go horribly wrong. More to follow, I should really do SOME thesis work today.
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