You know you're in Wrightson territory when a supposedly pregnant woman is wheeled into airport security. A quick examination of her stomach shows fresh sutures. Seems she isn't pregnant. She's carrying something. A living human head. The human head is soon reunited with its body and we are thrust into bizarre new universe where we have no idea of the ground rules. Then we think we are going along for the ride with heartless hitman Stosh Bludowski. Blud for short. Cute.
From there we get zombies, I think and vampires.
This is a weird book. In the editorial page in the back they admit that this is a long and twisted story and we have to give it time. I can see that. I can see that it will have enough of a pay off to give it a few issues to see if I'm right. If I'm wrong it's still like pizza, especially when it comes to Bernie Wrightson, even if it's bad. It's still pizza.

---Douglas A. Waltz