An ‘urban fear’ grips the tenants of an inner city allotment when the long-predicted apocalypse finally arrives. Gardeners, of all levels of green-fingered ability and produce-preference, are afraid to venture onto their plots, especially late at night. And even then, when they can summon enough courage to so do, there is no safety in numbers. For the dead have risen from the depths beneath the cabbage patch, and the rows of sweet pea, hell bent on mischief, mayhem and consumption of the living.
Only the nimble fingered “figurine war-gamer” Trevor, aka ‘Casimir the Destroyer’, and his best friend Graham,