What's that low-pitched groaning sound?
My name is Courtney, and I don't sell Vitamin Z at the Bully Burger anymore. These days my friends and I spend our after-school hours kicking zombie butt. Half the school is mad at me, even though I'm the one keeping their gray matter off the menu. And my dad won't let me talk about going to Columbia next year, even though the Army's clearing shufflers out of NYC.
These fast new super-zombies are pretty scary, and if it wasn't for the new guy's awesome moves we'd be toast. Between him, my maybe-boyfriend Phil, and my Z-head ex Brandon, stupid boys are going to lead the undead right to my doorstep. They can chase me all they want--whatever else happens, I am going to get the Z out of Zomburbia.