Zombies? In THIS economy, maybe not. But back in the go-go 1950s, anything was possible if you had a tight enough deadline, a distracted enough editor, and a Comics Code that hadn't quite yet decided the "Z-Word" was verboten! And there's only one young man with enough nerve and courage to handle this job, and that young man is Rex Lane, Supernatural Solver!


"Rex, do do your hear anything?" That's the confusing statement echoing in Rex's ears as he tries to figure out if the dead can actually walk, and also if his girlfriend has suffered some sort of brain injury.


What is that old geezer excited about? Obviously he's a Dr. Who fan, thrilled beyond belief to see the TARDIS materalize at his own space and time coordinates!


"Geezer" is just concerned about three absent corpses. Buddy, whether they're in the ground or not, they're not your problem any more, why worry about it?


So anybody can just print up some letterhead, scribble something official sounding on it, and presto, they're hauling bodies away willy-nilly? A shameful state of affairs that isolated rural "police booths" are powerless to stop, and that also makes me think rural "police booths" weren't ever actually a thing anywhere.


Is that's what's bugging him, that he didn't get to watch? Doesn't Mr Krone get enough corpse-hauling action already?


So that's why those graves were so prominently marked Krug and Mears and Rogers in the splash panel opening the story. And here I was thinking those were the names of particularly hated comics industry freelancers.


Look Rex, it's OK to worry about zombies, but do you have to interrupt one of the District Attorney's rare evenings alone with his hunky male companion?


Look, he's called Rex Lane, Supernatural Solver, not Rex Lane, Big Guy Beater-Upper.

And now let's break for a word from our sponsor!


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The tune that no doubt is running through your head after that last bit of dialog is John Philip Sousa's "Liberty Bell March." You're welcome.


It's them! Stars of a long running comic book series, eleven seasons and six spinoffs of a hit TV series, and who knows how much ancillary merchandise! Quick, get Corpse #2's autograph on this Funko Pop!


Bullets won't stop the walking dead. Our only hope is to wait until the American public tires of apocalyptic fantasies!


We've tried bullets, we've tried a door, that's it, that's all we got.


Boy, whenever these dead guys get tired of their mission of vengeance from beyond the grave, they should go into the demolition business, they are really wrecking the joint professionally here.


Unique in the history of jurisprudence, "this court sentences you to be given a bad haircut and then crosshatched all over until you are dead, dead, dead," is how their sentencing transcription read.


Rex Lane, Solver Of The Supernatural, has suddenly remembered who he is and what he does and he's solved the supernatural riddle here by the simple expedient of accusing the person nearest to him and then doing the whole "stick 'em up" thing as if he was 9.


Krone was behind the zombies all along, which explains why he drew attention to himself, by loudly going to the police and making a big fuss about the bodies he himself had stolen, and... wait.


"If you hang around corpses long enough, you learn how to bring them back to life"?? That's it? That's your explanation? No witch doctors or curses or sacrifices to Satan? Come on Atlas, you promise the best in adventure stories, not the worst in wiggling your way out of a plot hole. Don't worry Rex, you'll get a paying job someday. Maybe you can get a job selling one of the fine products advertised here.


Yes, right from Detroit, it's fifty tiny plastic vehicles for you to play with, step on, throw at your brother, lose down the storm drain, or otherwise occupy a half-hour or so with. So many exciting things to do!


For instance, you can invite your neighborhood friends over to... see your demonstrations of traffic safety. Kids love that, we're pretty sure.

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