He must be growing up. Unlike most of his pencil drawings these days, there’s not a single zombie on it.
Notice how this elaborate piece of space rock is being propelled from an apparent star explosion, resulting in a quasar. I should ask him what the burped star is supposed to represent.
Who knows? Maybe zombies are evolving slowly on this blob of debris, hurling towards earth at break-neck speed, destined to perpetuate a full-on zombie apocalypse by December 20, 3512. Only time will tell.
Or maybe it’s just a rock.