No one has ever captured the essence of zombies as Wellington. Dekalb, a United Nations weapons inspector, and a handful of Somali children soldiers travel half way around the globe to raid the UN headquarters of desperately needed supplies while the planet is subjugated by voracious walking dead. If that wasn’t trouble enough the mindless undead have suddenly gotten organized. Certainly this intro to a trilogy has flaws in plot and spelling (I’ve been assured the phonetic Somali is accurate if grammatically loose), yet that all becomes irrelevant compared to the concept of Wellington’s world: our world turned upside-down. A matriarchy of gun totting, African, Muslim teens are our salvation when the dead rise.