The undead are rolling in an in human wave down Main Street, past the pharmacist and antique store and pizza place. An armed CDC agent is hanging idly on the sidewalk, watching. He’s handing out really neat pens and vials full of M&M’s. His name is Neal Smoller, by day the proprietor of Village Apothecary — until duty calls. Then he becomes Neal Smoller, zombie avenger. “I’m a pharmacist. I’ve been recruited by the CDC to help keep people safe,” he says. He’s done a terrible job, seeing as just about everyone has been zombified.