The zombiefication of the world has progressed to such an extent that one finds only sporadic groups of people inhabiting ever-fewer places on Earth. In a bunker fortress below the Everglades, various groups are working on a solution for the seemingly hopeless global problem, ranging from medical cures to zombie domestication. But the soldiers pursue other plans than the civilians . . . This is the elegiac final installment of Romero’s first zombie triptych—as relentless in its social analysis as it is ultimately jarring in its biblical desperation—whose most memorable specimen answers to the simple name Bub. (Olaf Möller)