The light from the television breaks the darkness of a room, a room in complete and utter disarray, a room once for living, now for the dead. Still, mutilated forms lay on the floor in pools of blood, victims of anguish. On the couch sat a teenager named Tomas, seemingly in a trance with eyes fixated on the TV, covered in blood and reeking of death--the dead brought to life. He wasn't alone. Sitting alongside him was an unexpected house guest wearing a black cloak and sipping a bottle of vodka by the name of Muerte. He notices the gleam in Tomas's eyes as he glared at the screen before him. There spoke a bald middle-aged doctor by the name of Dr. Cure.
"I don't know if it's the heavy breathing or the idea your eyes might pop out of your head at any moment, but something tells me you know the guy," Muerte says.
What unfolds is an amusing tale told by a dead teen--a tale of genesis, raised from turmoil. His journey through forced treatment would open the doors to a new world that has been lurking in the shadows of late-night television.