Well, it seems our dear Miki has finally figured it out. These ghoulish creeps are no mere actors. They breathe, they feel, and they lust for sunkissed flesh. As for the state of her seaside hometown: Jacuzzis of boiling blood, lawn chairs spattered in brain matter, writhing torsos dangling from palm trees. Can someone so pure of heart learn to keep her head above the water, or will Miki crack like a Faberge egg in a dumpster fire?
A ditzy lifeguard and an armored killing machine take on swarms of undead in this colorful twist on a zombie beachpocalypse. Can Bone the super soldier escort his doe-eyed, haphazard partner to safety in one piece, or will opposing forces, both living and dead, try to take everything from them?
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