No better place to get with the living than to hang with the undead. Although, I heard of some really freaky people this missionary ran into down in Mexico. “Demon eaters” or something. Actual, for real zombie types that serve as, uh, “transports” for displaced demons. I guess the guy saw them hanging around outside the pentecostal meetings when he was down there. Poor demon gets outed, and there’s a zombie type “bus” waiting outside to haul his excorcised arse around until better prospects come along. Just freaky weird stuff, but brings a whole new slant to the “zombie attack” thing.
Mexico is a strange place.