It’s 42 degrees, and I’m in a parking lot in Sydney’s west. A zombie shuffles past, its decayed face dripping in sweat under the Australian sun. Around me, an entire suburban carpark has been transformed into a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Cars are abandoned, an empty shopping trolley rolls by, and a production assistant walks past dropping leaves on the ground. It’s not every day you find yourself on the set of a zombie film—let alone as one of the undead extras.
This is the…