Out of the frying pan... into the fires of zombie hell Getting out of undead-infested New Orleans was only the first step. With our cat, Azazel, in tow, I have to make it another eighty miles to Baton Rouge, where I hope to find my wife, Clare, still alive. But the road to good intentions is soaked with blood, brains, and zombie goo. After all, the Big Easy outbreak isn't an isolated incident, and I'll be forced to...