<p><strong><em>&ldquo;It came pretty damn fast, though I couldn&rsquo;t&nbsp;tell you what the source was. One minute, everything was &lsquo;fine,&rsquo; and then we all went&nbsp;down the proverbial toilet faster than my Challenger R/T goes from zero to sixty.&rdquo;</em></strong></p><p>&hellip; Seriously?</p><p>All I wanted to do was spend a few peaceful hours on the golf course. I&rsquo;d been cooped up inside my house for months and it was boring as hell. (And sure, a little lonely too.) I just wanted to get a quiet round in and pretend it was a perfectly normal day.</p><p>But no.</p><p>These damn zombies are relentless, not to mention much smarter, faster, and more organized than I expected. And then they go and drop off some roommates on my doorstep. Normally, I&rsquo;d be happy for the company, but between the eclectic trio of women and the jackass guy they delivered, they are more than a handful. Oh, and the zombie leader-because that&rsquo;s a new thing-has given me an unspeakable deadline.</p><p>I&rsquo;ve only got a few weeks to figure out how to save everyone, kill the zombie horde, find some sanctuary, and not lose my friggin&rsquo; mind in the process.&nbsp;</p><p>Oh yeah. This&rsquo;ll be fun.</p>