The zombie apocalypse begins the same night your girlfriend skips town with the $5,000 you owe your drug dealer.
Fortunately, you know a place you and your best (and only) friend Frankenstein can hide out – a marijuana grow-op in the
hinterlands of BC presided over by a psychopathic evangelist who believes she is the Angel of Death. Take a toke and
relax. Everything’s going to work out fine ...