The reprehensible Dr. Zelda, late (?) of the Lovecraft Asylum and even later of the Zombie Plantation - yes, we finally captured her and in our own special way, gave her a new lease of un-life as a zombie. Her vicious experiments on the living earned her this just reward. She's yours to command, to berate, to do whatever ... nothing, absolutely nothing, is too bad for her. Naturally, the doctor will arrive in her blood-splattered scrubs, and her mouth is firmly sewn shut, of course. We'll be sending her to you in a biodegradable coffin so if you ever get tired of her whimpering she'll be disposable. Forever.
