Trevor is *between jobs*. He spends his days *oiding his nagging heifer of a wife by hiding out in his allotment shed and painting figurines for his wargames with his agoraphobic friend, Graham, and dreaming of his heroic alter-ego, the battle mage Casimir the Destroyer. When Mr Parsons, one of the other allotment tenants, petitions to h*e Trevor removed from his disgrace of a plot (he*s not there to grow stuff!) an argument ensues that le*es Trevor with a corpse to hide. Unfortunately, this untimely accident coincides with the zombie apocalypse and Mr Parsons* return is just the beginnings of Trevor*s problems. More pressing is whether or not he should try and s*e his wife and her beautiful best friend, who both he and Graham h*e a thing for.