A year after setting up business I finally got my first client. I’m not even sure I can blame the zombies. Though I might have to thank them. I didn’t plan it. I was sick and tired, looking for somewhere that wasn’t where I was. And I’d never been very good at plumbing. It didn’t seem so bad. I was happy to polish the plaque on my door and work my way through a backlog of Chicago Tribune crosswords. Its not like my landlady would be worrying me about the rent. Guess my ma was right when she said there’s no rest for the wicked. I always thought I would end up in hell; I just never thought I’d be working for the dead. And I definitely didn’t think things could get any worse. But they did. A lot.