When the undead plague first arrived, leading scientists thought it was an airborne variant of Rabies. By the time humanity figured out what they were dealing with, it was too late.

The Zombies had already won.

Two years later, humanity is all but a bittersweet memory in the ebb and flow of the universe.

One man, fueled by vengeance, has found a way to survive them, if only for a little while longer. Haunted by the ones he had left behind, he stalks through rural America. Going town to town, searching for supplies and putting down any zombies who stand in his way.

In a small town in Colorado, he finds something else entirely.

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Kenshiro suspected he’d been on the road now for well over a year, but he really didn’t know. It’s not like he kept track of such things anymore.

The undead took everything from him. His friends, his father, and the only woman he ever loved. He doesn’t know how he survived; it would have been better if he didn’t. Back then, he survived by running, but he doesn’t run from them anymore. He sticks to the small towns of middle America, because that’s where the essentials can still be found. Food, water, gas, and bullets. That’s all that matters now.

His days were filled with extreme violence, and mind-numbing solitude that he shared with the ghosts of the people he left behind. He doesn’t know how much longer he can do this. Sooner or later, something’s got to give. Until it does, Kenshiro is going to continue to make the undead pay for what they took from him.

In La Veta, Colorado, Kenshiro finds something that changes everything.