There may be something wrong with me. My therapist told me to stop drinking and wean off my meds. He advised me to confront my demons... namely my alcoholic father and my co-dependent mother. When the undead filled the streets outside my family's apartment, I took it as a welcome--if terrifying--distraction from my daily life. Which is worse... relentless domestic abuse or the hungry undead threatening our lives at every one of our barred windows? It wasn't all that tough a choice. My name is Jude Sawyer. Welcome to my world.