Tarman

It’s rare to be able to identify exactly where a childhood interest started but for me and my fear of and later interest in zombies started at a very specific moment.

I’m not sure how old I was, but one day I saw the trailer for Return of the Living Dead on TV.

The clip features one zombie in particular, a horrible, shambling wet mess with wild, unblinking eyes. This wet shadow moved in the darkness like some sick fiend, stared strait at the camera, right through the tv, right at me, and spoke, “More Brains!”

I nearly pissed myself.

At the time and for a long time after I didn’t know what the movie was, I’d quickly forgotten the title. Then one day in High School I found it totally by chance. But by that time, my horror had turned to delight.

Return of the Living Dead still stands as one of my all time favorite zombie flicks and for a long list of reasons I’ll write about another day soon.

But for now, it’s just Tarman who concerns me.

This horrible thing, affected by an experimental gas weapon developed by the military, and sealed in an oil drum; released by accident to start a wave of horror.

I’m 35 now and finally decided to draw this thing from my past. And I’m glad I did. It rekindled my childhood fears and teenage delight at seeing something shuffling in the dark; something that shouldn’t be.

tarman

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Mike Kloran

Educational Designer from Brooklyn New York. I'm a teacher, an artist, an athlete and constantly doing, making, drawing, creating! It's a busy life but I'm doing what I love and that's what matters most to me!

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