The Living Dead

By John Joseph Adams

"When there isn't any extra space in hell, the lifeless will stroll the earth!" From White Zombie to sunrise of the useless, Resident Evil to international conflict Z, zombies have invaded pop culture, turning into the monsters that top convey the fears and anxieties of the trendy west. accumulating jointly the easiest zombie literature of the final 3 a long time from lots of latest most famous authors of myth, speculative fiction, and horror, together with Stephen King, Harlan Ellison, Robert Silverberg, George R. R. Martin, Clive Barker, Poppy Z. Brite, Neil Gaiman, Joe Hill, Laurell okay. Hamilton, and Joe R. Lansdale, The residing lifeless covers the extensive spectrum of zombie fiction.

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