Yesterday, the world moved apace, with its usual flow of ups and downs. Life was normal, predictable, and completely unprepared for the madness that would strike today. Everyone was causght flatfooted, for the dead coming back to life. Everyone except Ned, that is. Ned saw the chaos coming, and now finds a grim vindication for the years spent preparing a safe shelter to accommodate him and his friends..., at least those friends who survive long enough to reach it. There's an entire city full of cannibalistic zombies that must be crossed. Ammo is scarce. Supplies too. They'll have to move silently to keep hidden from the horde. And, if needed, strike hard and put these zombies back in the grave.