‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the mall, rushed a worker, named Steve, who was sick of you all. From Doris to Karen, and that pest, Creepy Santa, Steve wanted to clock them with a big, glass decanter. With the help of an elf, her clothes quite revealing, Steve finished his shopping with much a mixed feeling. After a beer or two, and he’d bought all his presents, Steve went to a house with a marijuana essence. Along with his buddies, their names Dave and Spike, the three amigos partied with beer and ganja alike. When they woke in the morning, their memory all hazy, the neighbours were outside acting all crazy. After some time the truth would be heard. They'd been in a coma, and it was January Third. While they were sleeping, all was not well. Zombies rose up and it all went to Hell. Now for our heroes, they're getting out of the city. But when it comes to these three, it's bound to go... bad.
