When the Angel of Death impregnates a mortal woman, people stop being able to die. Instead, they linger endlessly on this mortal coil, not hungry for human flesh or brains, but simply for a place in a world that has no place for them. They walk, they speak, they have preferences and ideals, and their numbers are growing every day. As the living human population dwindles, the line begins to blur as to which is considered the dominant race and who are the monstrous aberrations.
