Everyone knows what zombies are. Drooling, brain-dead, staggering lumps of flesh that multiply like the plague. The undead. But you weren't a zombie, were you? You weren't dead, right? Heart was pumping, vitals were normal—but you had the regenerative speed of...no other creature alive. Ken Umeha was going to get to the bottom of this. Making sure you were properly gagged and strapped up to the operating table, he wielded his axe over his head once more. "Just one more arm, dearie?"