They always used to call her "Lizzie-Lard-Arse".

They always used to call her "Lizzie-Lard-Arse".

It was only after Queen Elizabeth II coronation that the British public addressed her by the name "Tax Expense".

It was only after the British public gave Queen Elizabeth II's her new name that she had the entire British population executed. Quiet. Pure silence in London.

But it was a temporary peace, Queen Elizabeth discovered, as a mere 3 days later the rotting bodies of her "loyal" subjects rose as one. It was the dawn of the Zombie Revolution.

Without cricket bats and plucky slackers like Shaun and Ed to wield them, England seemed doom. Just this morning a zombified Sir Francis drake had nearly succeeded in biting off

the mayor's left ear. Even so he will most likely turn by morning. London needed a hero, someone to show these zombies who's boss. Someone like

Carl, Secret Agent of Her Majesty's Corgi Elite! Nipping the mayor of London's cuff, he pulled him away from the zombie horde. But could he get the anti-venom in time?

The anti-venom was well guarded, in a high-security building which was (still) zombie-free. He needed a plan to get into that building and get the medicine. But he was alone - and

he couldn't even find the entrance. I had left him, not knowing where or when I would return. But I knew I had to; it was crucial that I

reciprocate all those superficial courtesies he had bestowed upon me. But first I needed a smoke and a hot bath, and a slice of pie. Then I would go back, back to the man I love.