Half-man, half-zombie, Army veteran Sully tries to avoid other undeads. He'd rather hang out with his personal demon, who has much more time to kill.
Mostly, Sully’s spare time is spent with his ‘Courier’ - a faceless entity, whose job it is to transport the soul of the dead to its destination. The problem with the current proliferation of undeads, means that a lot of these Couriers are hanging around Earth with nothing to do. And the living think they’re killer demons, instead of just things doing a job they’ve always done.
Sully’s achieved double by putting up with Hellbait. One, she now talks - admittedly, in an echo-fashion, like a parrot. And two - he’s fallen in love with it. If you can still consider her an It. But she’s not interested. She’s only hanging around because he’s past his expiry date.
Having also accumulated two lycanthropic pets of his own (a part-time Oriental blue-point Siamese cat, and a Doberman with a death-sentence hanging over her), Sully’s starting to feel that women of varying manifestations and species are a threat of taking over his life.
When before, if he wanted a woman, all he had to do was look in the personal ads, or the obituaries. They all ended up the same anyway.
Oh, and it’s also the end of the world. Allegedly.