Synopsis
Within months, the Z-strain infection spread across the world. Hordes of flesh-eating zombies ravaged the earth. Within a year, all hope was lost, civilization doomed… and then they found a cure: Z-Gone, an over the counter Cure In A Can! One sip and the apocalypse was over.
It’s the post-post-apocalypse and lawyer Ari Redding is a tailored three piece suit defending wasteland lunatics—and he hates it. He dreams of a time before zombies; of almond milk, compression socks and lazy boy recliners. He wants white-collar cases, the kind his uncle Harper, CEO of Z-Gone pharmaceuticals, promises him after just one more crazy case. That case: defending Bruce Kent, the Hero of The Eastfield Hospital. The no nonsense, small town cop who journeyed across the US to save his daughter and killed a hundred zombies with his bare hands and a bazooka. And now Quinn Cowls, Bruce’s prosecutor, demands justice for every zombie he murdered!
Through a series of flashbacks we watch Bruce decapitate, dismember and disembowel his way through the apocalyptic wasteland. It’s such a thrilling romp through memory lane he forgets to mention his daughter, the reason he was there in the first place—Quinn exposes everything: Bruce’s daughter was never there, he was lying the whole time. Bruce killed as many zombies as he could, not out of necessity—but because he loved it! Ari’s case is in shambles, his final crazy case is not as simple as Harper promised. His lazy boy recliner feels further away than ever. He looks for any evidence to support Bruce’s crumbling heroism, but instead finds evidence that Harper had coerced Bruce to be there. Harper wanted those zombies dead. His company, Z-Gone pharmaceuticals, was once The Eastfield Hospital: the lab that started the whole damn zombie-apocalypse! He’s been trying to cover it up ever since, and he can’t have any witnesses.
Ari confronts Harper. But instead of excuses, he pressures Ari to abandon the case instead. To move on and let Bruce fall to the wolves. If Bruce is just another wasteland lunatic, no one will believe him and Harper gets away with his crimes. Ari can have everything he’s ever wanted, a corner office working white-collar cases, and all while reclining in his very own antique Lazy Boy—But Ari refuses. Harper, the man he looked up to, was not a wasteland lunatic but a monster of a different kind. A monster he remembered all too well from a time before zombies. Ari reveals everything in front of the whole court, ruining Harper and any chance of Ari’s white-collar dream. Ari makes his final plea to the court: Bruce is a monster, it was not self defense, but he deserves a fair trial. Quinn makes her final statements, she does not want to live in a world where mass murder goes unpunished. And the jury finds Bruce guilty.
Bruce is imprisoned for life but given the opportunity to see his daughter again. Ari chose justice over his own career and dreams; he’ll never get his Lazy Boy. He decides to continue defending wasteland lunatics, working to improve his community rather than running away from it.
It’s the post-post-apocalypse and lawyer Ari Redding is a tailored three piece suit defending wasteland lunatics—and he hates it. He dreams of a time before zombies; of almond milk, compression socks and lazy boy recliners. He wants white-collar cases, the kind his uncle Harper, CEO of Z-Gone pharmaceuticals, promises him after just one more crazy case. That case: defending Bruce Kent, the Hero of The Eastfield Hospital. The no nonsense, small town cop who journeyed across the US to save his daughter and killed a hundred zombies with his bare hands and a bazooka. And now Quinn Cowls, Bruce’s prosecutor, demands justice for every zombie he murdered!
Through a series of flashbacks we watch Bruce decapitate, dismember and disembowel his way through the apocalyptic wasteland. It’s such a thrilling romp through memory lane he forgets to mention his daughter, the reason he was there in the first place—Quinn exposes everything: Bruce’s daughter was never there, he was lying the whole time. Bruce killed as many zombies as he could, not out of necessity—but because he loved it! Ari’s case is in shambles, his final crazy case is not as simple as Harper promised. His lazy boy recliner feels further away than ever. He looks for any evidence to support Bruce’s crumbling heroism, but instead finds evidence that Harper had coerced Bruce to be there. Harper wanted those zombies dead. His company, Z-Gone pharmaceuticals, was once The Eastfield Hospital: the lab that started the whole damn zombie-apocalypse! He’s been trying to cover it up ever since, and he can’t have any witnesses.
Ari confronts Harper. But instead of excuses, he pressures Ari to abandon the case instead. To move on and let Bruce fall to the wolves. If Bruce is just another wasteland lunatic, no one will believe him and Harper gets away with his crimes. Ari can have everything he’s ever wanted, a corner office working white-collar cases, and all while reclining in his very own antique Lazy Boy—But Ari refuses. Harper, the man he looked up to, was not a wasteland lunatic but a monster of a different kind. A monster he remembered all too well from a time before zombies. Ari reveals everything in front of the whole court, ruining Harper and any chance of Ari’s white-collar dream. Ari makes his final plea to the court: Bruce is a monster, it was not self defense, but he deserves a fair trial. Quinn makes her final statements, she does not want to live in a world where mass murder goes unpunished. And the jury finds Bruce guilty.
Bruce is imprisoned for life but given the opportunity to see his daughter again. Ari chose justice over his own career and dreams; he’ll never get his Lazy Boy. He decides to continue defending wasteland lunatics, working to improve his community rather than running away from it.
