ZOMBIE PATROL

It is the slowest kind of night. A middle-aged security guard watches an empty parking lot while texting with his daughter. A distant scream breaks the stillness. Against his better judgment he leaves the safety of the booth, flashlight in one hand, revolver in the other. The concrete echo turns into clues, then shadows, then a shape that should not be moving at all.

What follows is a fast, fun, dark-comedy sprint through the garage. The guard squares up against an alpha zombie and a growing pack, trading jump-scares, bad timing, and improvised courage. The film leans into a handcrafted clay stop-motion aesthetic that keeps the danger playful while the stakes stay real. He fights to see sunrise and to send one more message back to the person who matters most.