"Big Rotten Apple"

Films: Zombi 2 (1979)

Alias: Various

Type: Unknown

Location: Jungle/Civilized area

Height/Weight: That of average humans.

Affiliation: Neutral

Summary: Italy didn't seem to get the memo when Romero let the dawn of the undead end there (for now, at least). Now here's a sequel that isn't really a sequel. Confusing, is it not?

History: Somewhere on the Caribbean island of Matul, a zombie outbreak is underway. From the graves of ancient conquistadors to random civilians, nothing can seem to stop the menace. And then a few folk get stranded there.

Notable Kills: Nothing special.

Final Fate: As it turns out, a zombie-related incident at New York’s harbor resulted in an outbreak not contained to just an island. Now, the whole country's in for a zombie epidemic.

Powers/Abilities: Those killed by them will become zombies too.

Weakness: Aim for the head.

Scariness Factor: 4-Much like Romero's zombies, these are relentless, unfeeling killers. It also helps that some look like they're barely keeping themselves together. Some even have parasites crawling in them!

Trivia: -This film is called “Zombi 2” because Italy released Romero's "Dawn of the Dead" as "Zombi". A better title is its alternative, "Zombie Flesh Eater"s.

-That signature scene with the zombie and the tiger shark fighting each other to a standstill was made possible by the zombie being portrayed by an actual shark trainer.

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At least, they're honest about their purpose.

He's so fat that he can consume entire populations.

This time, Hell is FORCING people out.


I'm not much of a morning person myself.
Knowing our president as of this entry, Trump would probably blame this on immigration in general instead of black magic.

Extreme heat: One of the many reasons this invasion will fail.

Hold on tight! Your gills will heal in due time.

The true hero of the film swims towards his entrance! The Tintorera!
It takes just one shambling corpse...

You all might want to look away now.
Woodoo is the hipster brother of Voodoo, for those out there.

Better than a wooden splinter, I guess.

So, they eat the flesh of their own kind?

So great, we can't even spell 'Night' properly now!