She's got six kids, no backup and the worlds gone to hell. Good thing she's the baddest b*tch on the estate.Tracey's a feral mum with a foul mouth and zero patience for bullsh*t. Dead or aliveShe's been battling sh*tstorms her whole life, dodging council estate chaos, wrestling with her kids, surviving a deadbeat ex who's about as useful as a chocolate teapot.Then the zombies show up, and suddenly dodging the undead is just another Tuesday at the dole office.You know those days? When they stop your Universal Credit for no apparent reason.So you've got to fight to get to the food bank and fight to scrape together enough pennies to feed the starving feral kids.Armed with nothing but a bat, an attitude that'd put a rabid dog to shame, and a heart twisted with fierce love and borderline madness, Tracey's ready to gut anything that comes near her kids. Even if it's the goddamn apocalypse.Because in a world gone to hell, being a 'headcase' just might be the best damn thing to keep you alive.
