In which the Zombie Radio DJ bemoans a case of zombie pink eye.

In which the Zombie Radio DJ offers yet another silver lining to be gleaned from the Apocalypse.

In which the Zombie Radio DJ ponders what if the apocalypse hit during a different time period.

The Zombie Radio DJ steps up on his post apocalyptic soapbox to declare how much we need art and artists to help us survive the undead nightmare.

In which the Zombie Radio DJ not only realizes another silver lining to the apocalypse, he comes up with a brilliant idea.

Whatever could it be? A taco truck, driven by zombies? Or a taco truck serving up hot, undead treats? Listen to the latest from the Zombie Radio DJ.

In which the Zombie Radio DJ makes a vow to himself to seek out friendship … when the apocalyptic dust settles.

In which the DJ laments his inability to access allergy meds (and pokes a pin into his Martin Shkreli voodoo doll at the same time).

In which the Zombie Radio DJ intends to talk about the glory of Springtime, but dives deep into the muck and mire of cannibalism.

In which the Zombie Radio DJ talks about being a pacifist in the apocalypse. Rowr!