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Charlie Stone: Undertaker by Daniel Lee (Genre: Living Dead)
I hate Tuesdays; they're always the worst. Tuesday was the day my wife left me. Tuesday was the day I got my ass kicked her new bou. Tuesday was the day the world almost came to an end forty years ago. Tuesdays were by far the worst day of the week. On Fridays most people leave work and hurry home for a cold beer and a weekend with the family. But there's always that one smartass who gets his drinks to go and heads out for the "dead zones", the old cities still abandoned where the dead congregate. Whether to prove themselves to some one or just to have an adventure some moron will head into the heart of danger and go fishing for ghouls. Inevitably said moron will be bitten, die, and be resurrected as a mindless kill machine. It generally takes them until Tuesday to wander back home and wind up as a coroner's report on my desk.