Hi De Ho, Infecterino!: The Come Up: A Psychedelic-Soaked Zombie Horror Comedy (The Parasol Files)

Larry Evans never asked for this, dude. As the front man for a rock band with the brand spankingest new deal with a major record label, the Irish-born Londoner was on the up and up. Finally, he could cease slinging pot to make ends meet and maybe – just maybe – make his father proud of him. One little ‘accidental’ fire and a faceful of sporulating destiny had another idea… Subject #30452 never really asked for it either. Not the injections from the strange men, not the development of sapience and self-awareness out of his easy-going life as a crow. Not to mention the fact that he was the sole one of his murdermates to have some kind of Cartesian epiphany in the California section of Parasol Industries. Escape – and revenge, served hot – might prove to be the first orders of business as brilliant bird of… opportunism. And what about Willy, the adult book shop worker who is trying to get clean from sex addiction? Or Hester, the brilliant scientist with the aesthetic challenges? Or Hector, the black ops Zen master?