The zombie apocalypse begins the same night your stripper-girlfriend skips town with the money you owe your drug dealer. Fortunately, you know a place you and your best (and only) friend Frankenstein can hide out – a marijuana grow-op in the hinterlands of rural British Columbia, presided over by a psychopathic evangelist who calls herself the Angel of Death. Go ahead, take a toke and relax. Everything's going to work out fine ....