Leonard County Dead

Small town. Big problems. Lots of zombies.
It starts like any other Thursday in Leonard County — six locals at Harlan's produce stand, arguing about whether the tomatoes are ripe or just one bad conversation away from sauce.
Then Ron Daley shows up missing a shoe, half his face torn off, walking like his joints were put together by a drunk.
One minute they're calling each other cheap bastards. The next they're swinging shovels, hockey sticks, and a bag of onions at the shambling dead.
Cass Mercer's got the shovel. Harlan's got a bolt gun and zero patience for any of this. Ty and Jace are already hurling pepperoni sticks and screaming hard f*****g nope. Dylan's got a crowbar and more sarcasm than survival instinct. And Bernice — retired teacher, done with everyone's shit — is lobbing onions at zombies with the same dead-eyed patience she used on thirty years of parent-teacher night.
It's not about outrunning the dead. It's about surviving each other while the dead try to eat you.
Letterkenny meets the zombie apocalypse. Crude, chaotic, and nobody shuts up for a second.
Survive the dead. Survive each other.