1968. The Glenda Barker incident. The dead things rose. People died. And Stefan Roland was on the scene to capture it all in glorious film.
It wasn’t planned. You didn’t plan life-changing and career-making events like that. You kept reporting and maybe you got lucky. Maybe you got something so big that the Inquisition couldn’t keep it quiet or hush it up. Maybe you got to show the world what was going on.
And if you were really lucky, maybe you survived the dead things instead of becoming one.