There was an artist that died one day

                                                                       back in the time of the enlightenment. He

                                                                       was barried with lavish accoutrements of

                                                                       his day. After an age... he rose and walked

                                                                       the planet once more. He learned to blend

                                                                       in. He learned to cover his rotten smell and

                                                                       Zombie image. A kind hearted woman

                                                                       taught him to stop eating people by

                                                                       teaching him the art of Tattooing, Leather

                                                                       Tooling and Photography.

 

                  After a few years of the kind hearted womans tutelage, Zombie ate her thinking that if he ate her he would absorb her kindness. He wondered for years and found a little tattoo shop where he found a home. A place where everyone was as sick and twisted as he was....

 

   He's been there ever since.