Jack was a slacker. He never amounted to much or was good at anything. Life was passing him by. Then the dead rose and the world ended. Jack found himself cursed with the distinction of being a survivor. He was alone, starving and running for his life. Nothing could be worse than this.
Then he met Richie.
Suddenly his only confidant, perhaps the only other living human being on the planet not trying to eat him is the single biggest jerk he had ever known. On top of everything else he was perpetually annoyed.
Richie made the zombie apocalypse worse.
Now, Jack’s only desire is to be alone.
After all, the grass is always greener…