This gives a new meaning to the term dead fuck. Welcome to the Walking Hornies: slow moving, lumbering, naked graveyard performers with pancake make-up on their faces, who get down and dirty by screwing with gusto on the damp ground. Naturally, one bite on the pulsating neck results in joining their deadly, plodding group.
In this humorous, energetic tale, Mike Horner and friend stumble into this web of zombies. They discover hot dog maker Ron Jeremy (who makes teenie weenies) and Meshalynn and Stephanie Swift trapped in a cabin surrounded by ghouls. Superbusty Meshalynn and Swift partake in a girl/girl that could easily raise the dead. Horner and Swift live it up in a shower sizzler, Horner gets a deep throat treat by giving his eight inches to one of the walking dead who should be eight feet deep (hey, you get it whenever you can!), and so it goes. Rate this one high for sheer entertainment value.