They say Westchester's a cursed town. I wouldn't know.
I was sent here to computerize the county's record-keeping. Getting all those stacks of marriages, births, and deaths from the old ledgers to my laptop for processing down in Albany.
Three days in, The Town Hall burnt to the ground.
Here's the weird part – everyone ever born in Westchester vanished like smoke. As if they'd never existed.
And everyone who ever died and got buried here, well, they weren't dead anymore.
Not a problem for those not born. But the rest, well...
Zombies make you wish you'd never been born.
