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A Man's Gotta Eat What A Man's Gotta Eat by Dana Fredsti (Genre: Living Dead)
The name's T-Bone. Chuck T-Bone. I'm a private detective. You know, a P.I.; a dick; a gumshoe. To be specific, I find missing people. It's always been my specialty, even before the big change. After I died I changed my name to fit my new life – though 'life' might not be the right word under the circumstances.
Back in the old days, I was Charles Tyrone of Tyrone's Investigative Services. But I bought it while doing a job for a prominent family – an Italian family with connections in all the wrong places. They paid me well and I've never had enough money to be choosy about who I work for. I've always tried to stay on the clean side of the law but it ain't easy, even these days.
Yeah, I'm a zombie. Undead, living dead, ghoul, take your pick. I say we're just ordinary guys and dolls trying to earn an honest day's wages and put food on the table, same as we did before this zombie crap really started to hit the fan. You know, back a year or so when the dead started refusing to stay buried. Having corpses walking around in various states of decay was bad enough, but then it became obvious that the dead's favorite pastime was chowing down on the living. You'd step outside of your house and bam! Instant corpse kibble.