Imagine one day you are a paramedic trying to bring people back from the dead, and the next day they are coming back from the dead by themselves, then trying to bite you. This is what has happened to Phil Watts. Now he is holed up in a looted superstore, besieged by thousands of zombies. Knowing he is probably going to die Phil writes his Last Will and Testament although the only possessions he has are the clothes he is wearing, a Glock pistol with two rounds of ammunition and two blow up sex dolls he has promised to rescue. This story is about how he came to be here, and what happens next. Contains explicit language, violence and sex with dead people. What more could you ask for? In a world where even your own family might come back from the dead and try to kill you, who do you turn to for help? You ring 999 of course Unfortunately for you the Paramedics and Police of Plymouth have decided that self preservation comes first, and fun comes a close second. Patients and people in difficulty come along way down on the list of priorities. Shooting, clubbing and even bullfighting have replaced the drugs and defibrillators of the Ambulance Service in this short but very funny novel by a man who has, apparently, spent many a night shift with his colleagues planning their response to a zombie outbreak.