It’s an infection. It starts with a rash. Then you change.
Something has come from the farms. Something … contagious. And in all her years of watching horror films, Janie has never seen the infected act like these do. These infected are acting like no one had ever seen.
And everyone has caught it.
These aren’t zombies. They are something much, much more violent.
Full of vile acts of assault, heads disgorging brains, obscene acts with rolling pins, and death by garden gnome, Itch is certainly not for the weak of heart, or feeble of stomach.
Itch is an extreme horror novella, painted with the blackest of humour. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.