Graven Flesh

The dead don’t stay dead in Blackwater . . . but they might help you get paid.Rick got a job at the local funeral home because he thought it’d be easy. Pick up stiffs, shovel some dirt, no big deal. He didn’t account for meeting Wallace: his deranged new coworker who’s incapable of taking the job seriously. And Wallace has a secret.Those fresh bodies in the basement? Yep, they’re waking up.Faced with a pack of horny zombies and absolutely no moral compass, Rick and Wallace do what any degenerates with an entrepreneurial mindset would.Monetize the damn things.The duo embark on a splatter-soaked plunge into the heart of Blackwater Chapel, where the living are perverts, the dead are gobbling more than just brains, and everything smells bad. GRAVEN FLESH is a horror in the spirit of classic grindhouse cinema, with some added discharge. It’s “Evil Dead” meets that weird porno VHS you regret watching as a kid.Don’t worry. They’ll put you in the ground eventually – after you’ve made them some extra cash.“I blacked out after the tooth thing, so I don’t remember much. But I still smell formaldehyde. Five stars.” –Local Critic Who Survived Chapter Four“I can’t believe you’d read this filth. But I’m proud of you for hanging in there, unlike your father in our marriage.” –Your Mom“This happened to me once.” –Anonymous