This wasn't your run-of-the-mill zombie apocalypse. The dead were digging their way out of their graves, but they weren't after brains. They wanted their homes and families and jobs back. Not that they would object to the occasional nice serving of brains, especially if it came with a side of pickles.
“Go in there.”
“Hell, no. I’m going to send someone stupid in there with a pickle.”
It’s brains served with a side of pickles, hold the mayo. A terrifying tale of parents, children, brothers, sisters, friends, bosses, employees, wives, ex–wives, friends’ wives, Republicans, studly bacteria, zombies, tentacles, politics, religion, giant screaming earth mothers, and the armpit and other regions of Hell.
And pickles.
A social and political satire disguised as a comic novel about zombies and pickles. Or possibly the other way around.