 One word is whispered over and over on the plantations and through the dark hills. Zombies, the walking dead. Ken himself was an eyewitness to killing number six. And now he and Pagan make their way cautiously through the midnight bush, heading for the hut of a voodoo oracle, Old Granite. Not so fast, Mr. Thurston. Are you trying to root me out here in this... in this... I mean, how dark can it get? You mean how scared can you get? Come on, Pagan. Come on.