It’s tough being a lifeless, soulless minion of pure evil. That is why becoming a zombie was the best thing ever to happen to Jim. A middle tier accountant for a virtually unknown auditing company, Jim wasn’t a dull boy. He was already almost lifeless. When the gas main ripped through his building blowing his body across half a dozen cubicles, Jim’s last breathing thought was “Is this all there is?”. His first not breathing thought was “I’m really hungry. I should make a spreadsheet of everyone I eat.” Proving you can take the accountant out of the office, but you can’t take the office out of the zombie.