The Z Word

I prefer thanatophilia. It just sounds sexier.

Necro has been taunted, humiliated and abused over gifts she never asked for and never understood. The cruel reality of a world of ignorance cost her what little identity she possessed. She can barely even remember her own name, simply going by the descriptive 'Necro.'

She spent years scouring the Earth, seeking Witches, Shamans, Brujahs and Voodoo Priests and she has come to the conclusion there is no one else like her. No one who rivals her affinity with the dead. Now she's returned home with the Zombie Bride's she's collected in her travels. A cabal of religious fanatics await her, but what's worse? Fanatics or ex-cheerleaders with a grudge?

Necro is no longer a lost girl, she's found herself and now to save those she loves she will bring hell to earth and kick-start the zombie apocalypse. Woe to those who threaten her loved ones.