As I may have previously mentioned, my childhood LCS (the much misses Queen's Comics in Toronto) had an island of bins in the middle of the store. This was where they kept all of the magazines. I always knew that there was something a little taboo about this particular island, as the people flipping through those books were a bit older than the rest of us drooling over the latest Avengers or Brave and Bold. One Saturday afternoon, my curiosity got the best of me, and I started flipping through those bins. It was full of Eeries, Mads, Savage Swords and one particularly disturbing looking title; Tales of the Zombie. Who could resist? I first read this as a 9 year old in 1981, and there are a three images that I haven’t been able to scrape off my brain since then. Two are from the Gerber/Marcos main Zombie story; a rat chewing on Simon Garth’s cheek and Garth smashing a woman’s head into pulp. The final image is by Alfredo Alcala: a man’s bloated and swollen body as he fends off a swarm of killer bees. This year, I'll celebrate 28 years of nightmares from this book.