DK, Rot and Wreck aren’t typical teenage boys. They’re practically indestructible, feel no pain, have amazing supernatural powers and can perform feats you or I could only dream of. The only problem is, they are zombies; undead creatures with green complexions, rotting flesh squirming with maggots and removable limbs. For decades, the three fiends have haunted the abandoned graveyard that sits on the hill behind the small town of Apathyville, protecting the unknowing townspeople below from a dark evil that hides deep in the woods.

The three friends enjoy each other’s company and have learned so much from the dead buried all around them but after decades of living together, the boys grow restless. The constant struggle between good and evil keeps life exciting for them, but DK dreams of one day, venturing away from his home in search of adventures beyond the cemetery gates.

Unfortunately, DK, Rot and Wreck are bound to the cemetery by a pact they made decades ago. For only they are aware of the ancient evil that is buried deep inside the cemetery and the magic circle that binds them all together. If the boys cross this invisible border that separates their magical world from ours, they will break the spell and unleash an evil plague of undead creatures on the small town below and the world.

One day however, fate steps in when the cemetery is marked for demolition to make way for new housing. When the Zombz are forced from their homes the spell is broken and they are exposed to the townspeople who quickly shun them. Meanwhile, the three aren’t the only ones set free!

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