Cliché, the world is ending. Again. Zombies are roaming round the streets, but for Izzy and Ruth, nothing is more devastating than being stuck in the house together, avoiding conversations they should’ve had years ago. Between weaponised tea-making, heated debates about popcorn flavours and the occasional emergency broadcasts, the sisters attempt to survive the lockdown together. Yea... It doesn’t go well. Secrets surfaces, accusations fly, and someone might cry, or run away. Again. Fast, funny and quietly devastating, this dark two-hander blends the absurdity of apocalyptic chaos with painfully recognisable family dynamics. At its core, this is a story about grief disguised as bickering, love disguised as annoyance, and care disguised as stubbornness. Because who really is more dangerous? The undead horde at your doorstep, or the person who knows exactly how to hurt you?
