14-year-old Zack Thornwood's life is turned upside down one day after baseball practice when he spots an 8-fingered man with a hole in his head disappear into the ground. Hole-in-Head Man is quickly followed by Xander Moon, a self-titled 'Hunter of the Dead' who explains that there are tons of dead people walking around pretending not to be dead. They look alive, they act alive, but they are most definitely not alive, and this is most definitely not a good thing.
Xander gives Zack the ability to tell the dead from the living through their unique odor (he smells dead people) and the two follow Hole-in-Head Man (whose name is Gus) into an ancient tomb hidden underground in the middle of suburbia. There they beat Gus to the prize contained within--a squishy spleen. The spleen is one of the legendary 14 Pieces that, when assembled, create The Osiris Machine which will bring about the end of the world.
Zack tries to go back to his normal life, but when Gus tries to kill him in the middle of a playground, he discovers the Deadly Dead are not through with him just yet. When Zack touched the squishy spleen, the location of the next Piece of the Osiris Machine was more or less downloaded into his brain. Gus and the people he works for, including the mysterious and utterly evil Miss Bubbles, want that information, and they will stop at nothing to get it. 
The Chronicles of the Deadly Dead is created by David Neilsen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

The Chronicles of the Deadly Dead

I poured over some charts of the region and was able to pinpoint where we needed to go to within a few miles. Unfortunately, where we needed to go was in the middle of nowhere further up in the Andes Mountains. According to Cassandra, there weren’t any roads to speak of up there, and her Jeep would only be able to get us so far, so we’d be hoofing it for much of the way. A hike into the mountains meant provisions, and though I secretly guessed that Xander could pull anything he needed out of his fanny pack, he suggested we ride into town to stock up.


Though he did emphasize that we should ride into a town where we weren’t likely wanted for a triple murder.


Cecil begged off the errand, blaming a debilitating case of ‘I-need-to-stay-here-and-drink-more,’ so Xander and I piled into the Jeep and held on for dear life as Cassandra, who had been bad enough when she was driving uphill, endangered our lives on the mad dash down the mountain after two drinks of not-alcohol.


Chapter 32: The Dead Woman in the Window