The word "noir" doesn't even begin to capture the dark, gritty world of DEAD MANN WALKING. Petrucha's zombies (called "chakz", a mangled version of the Spanish word for "jerky" because they dry out) deal with not just the decline of their flesh but with memory loss, their tissues drying out, and roving bands of "livebloods" coming to hack them to pieces for weekend sport. It's a novel twist to hide in the dark with zombies, afraid of the living coming to kill them, but Petrucha isn't just playing for kicks. This world is grim and sad and heartbreaking. Like the decline of old age, Hessius Mann deals with the betrayal of his body with a steady resolve that says less about having hope than about him having faced the worst the world can offer. What can they do, kill him again?
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