I agree with the most critical comments. This book is worthy of the best productions of the two authors. The reader expects all the time that something happens as if the writers had returned to this approach reviled serial writers of popular novels of the nineteenth century to have to 'draw the line'. The cruel writers limits perhaps overrated, since they seek to exploit the issue of 'zombie', nothing in the dimension of the "horror" seems to me, I must say, truly captivating. Because a 'living dead' is a corpse without conscience, is not it? Where do you find material for literature, I ask, even if it is objected to me, "Matheson"? In short, and without fussing over this disaster, the worst book of this pair of writers who seemed capable of honest 'Series B' literary, if I except the lousy trilogy 'Diogenes' so boring psychoanalytic dimension, and their first album 'Relic', so needy despite an interesting problem, as they say.