When the zombie apocalypse hits, Ellie is infected. But her fierce, oblivious mother treats it like a bad phase. "Stop staying up on your phone, you look like a ghost!" her mom nags, shoving a carrot into the zombie's mouth. When townspeople demand Ellie's head, her mother stands guard with a butcher knife. From brewing herbal remedies for rotting flesh to sewing insoles for skeletal feet, this mother’s absurd, unconditional love defies the apocalypse.
