Jon FARADAY is a hard talking, hard smoking private investigator eking out a living in New York City. Useless in a fight but good with a gun, Faraday's a bitter man, jaded from his years in the NYPD and the daily tableau of a country in which racism has been replaced by lifism. Death holds no mystery to Faraday, not anymore, and he walks the hard city streets with a cynical, punch-drunk sneer. But his cavalier attitude hides a shred of honour that believes the bad guy shouldn't win. Not even in a country as fucked up as this. Randal Hob was just another greengrocer in Harlem selling overpriced milk and Twinkies until the day he was gunned down by gangbangers and relived as Newly Dead. Realising the afterlife was as shitty as being alive, Hob embarked on a life of crime, quickly rising to become one of New York City's most ruthless drug barons. Nicknamed GRANDPA HOB by his gang of z-boys - disenfranchised young dead men who do his bidding throughout the city - Hob has amassed so much money and power that he will never see the inside of a jail cell. The crusty bastard. Faraday's former partner from the NYPD, Detective Ray GANNON now hates Faraday with a passion. The feeling's mutual, considering Faraday's ex-partner had an affair with Faraday's ex-wife. But Gannon's also one of the few good cops left in the city; a man with a pure sense of right and wrong who sees only in black and white. It's just a shame that Faraday is mostly grey. A crime scene pathologist with necrophiliac tendencies, Francis CONROY is an unwitting accomplice to Faraday's investigation into Cherry Hampton. When he's not staking out the local McDonald's looking for a Newly Dead date, Conroy's head for science provides Faraday with answers, as well as yet more questions. A television reporter who never lets death get in the way of a good story, ALISON KASTLE has been trying to pin something on Grandpa Hob for years. Used by Faraday as an occasional contact - and once for a strange night between the sheets - Kastle with a K, as she calls herself, has the dogged determination that only comes with being a zombie with a microphone in her hand. She wants her story, and she'll give her right arm - literally - to get it. An upper class rich bitch when she was alive - and pretty much the same after she died - EVELYN TRASK hires Faraday to keep tabs on her cheating husband, STEPHEN TRASK, the CEO of uber-pharmaceutical company OMEGA AMERICA. Evelyn believes her husband is having an affair with a living girl, something she no longer is. And when Faraday uncovers the truth, neither she nor her husband will ever be the same again. A pair of twins, one living, one dead, and both assholes, BUTCH and DUTCH are not your average slabs of hired muscle. As Faraday investigates the case of Cherry Hampton, the 'Arnie twins' (as he calls them) become more than just cameos in Faraday's life. By the end, their fists are almost supporting characters themselves. Faraday's ex-wife, BRENDA BARRETT, is one of the city's best criminal defence lawyers - and her best client is Grandpa Hob. Still angry from their break-up five years ago, Brenda wants nothing more to do with her ex-husband. But Brenda's relationship with Grandpa Hob means Faraday isn't completely out of her life just yet. A decapitated head with rosy cheeks. 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've not a monster, rampaging around trying to eat people's brains. You're just the same as you were before 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 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. The contents of this website are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to a real country or person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.