Let's tear into two more unwholesome offerings from Terror Tales Vol. 5 No. 5, October 1973. First is a tale of Zombie lovers, drawn by one of my favorite Eerie Pub artists, Larry Woromay. I love his elongated forms and relaxed line, and he had a real talent for depicting the melting corruption that flesh is heir to.As for the story, what can one say about a tale where the rotting dead behave with more honor than the living? Such a shift to morality in the dead shouldn't offer much surprise, actually; free as they are of worldly temptation. Perhaps only zombies, rising in legion, can save this wicked, wicked world. (ahem) anyway . . . it would make a hell of a movie.
This next story of dueling beasties was drawn by Cirilo Muñoz and raises the question: Who among us has not wanted to be completely free and bestial, satisfying every single impulse? To completely surrender to lust, fury, hunger? Gentlemen? Ladies? Anyone? Samuel Johnson said it best for all us latent primitives: "He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.”