Then I started thinking about brains in general. As comic creatures. Was there an editing brain? Would it be delicious to zombies? A friend prodded me to draw these things. And so I started to draw a story about a clueless editor zombie, terrified that zombies would discover s/he* still had some working (and possibly delicious) brains. It is not meant to imply that editing brains are better than other brains--it's more of a situational comedy about two zombies, one possessing a body part tasty to the other.
This will probably be a comic I'll pump out every now and then. It was nice to pick up a pen and doodle.
* Zam = delicious spamified zombie meat. Compliments of my macabre cousins.