From publisher blurb: Chicago is burning. So is Los Angeles, New York City, Dallas, Minneapolis, Boston, Fort Wayne, Columbus... the cities are bad places now. They’re home to the undead mindless hordes. In the Before, you thought zombies were a reasonable subject for indie comedies. These days, in the After, you don’t find them quite as amusing any more. The one thing your Before self and your After self can agree on is this: zombies are way overplayed. It would be nice if that was the worst of your problems. Alas, you don’t get to pick your fellow survivors. They picked themselves using criteria you do not share. You need them; there are more zombies than survivors by now, not that anyone’s counting. Like them? Well, that’s another kettle of twitching dismembered zombie limbs. It’s dawn. You’ve survived another night living cheek to jowl with your small band of fellow survivors. You have a bit of food and a box of ammo and a rusty machete. Everything smells. Good luck making it another twenty–four hours.