In a country where the afterlife is the same as life before death, can anyone really live at all? Imagine a world that, when you die, you wake up as a zombie. Heard it before, right? Well, the difference is, in this world, you’re not a monster, rampaging around trying to eat people’s brains. You’re just the same as you were when you died. Only now you’re a walking, talking corpse. This is a world where zombies work at McDonald’s, necrophilia is no longer a crime, and there’s a new second class citizen in the U.S. of A. Called Newly Dead by scientists, necros by the living, and neccers by Life Supremacists, the dead are a minority that is slowly but surely becoming the majority. But the rub is this: Dead Americans have the least rights of anyone. They can’t vote, their minimum wage is below Third World standards, and being legally dead makes a trip to the DMV pure hell. Welcome to the world of the Newly Dead. Welcome to a world of zombies. Welcome to Dead America.