Summary: Sequel to Called, Paperwork is the enemy of all. Harry is pissed, bad things happen when Death is mad. It just had to be Zombies didn't it.

Warnings: Zombies and the things Zombies do. Death, Graphic Death,Violence

Disclaimer: I only own the plot.

Chapter 1

Thanos wasn't that bad of a guy. Though his devotion to such a minor Goddess was troubling. Harry took the fact Thanos was really courting Hel in stride, It's not like he was looking for someone to start a relationship with right now.

To think one of his Lackeys had taken up his name while in his absence, He would just have to straighten her out himself. Loki wasn't in the right mind frame to speak to his daughter right now.

Mayhap he should visit Loki just to check up on his old friend. Perhaps, but not now one of his brothers had done something foolish. Pestilence unleashed a virus that brought the dead back to life. Normally he wouldn't care what goes on in the mortal world but when it adds more work for him to do you can damn well bet he will interfere in the name of no more paperwork.

"PING"

A large stack of books suddenly fell onto his desk.

Incredulously Harry stared at the rare sight of bound books on his work table, Folders appearing every now and then. Bound books only appeared during war time since so many deaths happen at the same time that it just made sense to bind them.

"PING"

More books landing with the others creating a pile so large he could literally make a fort with a throne.

"PING"

Seeing red he left before he did something to add to his already piling work.

"WILL, UNDERTAKER!" Death bellowed for his subordinates.

Will appeared in his usual fashion brusquely as Undertaker flounced (there really was no other word for it) in.

Calming down Harry took deep breaths he didn't need.

" I called you both because I need someone reliable to handle my duties while i'm gone." Harry explained as patiently as he could while the dark energy swelled within him.

Both looked surprised as he had only been back for a couple hundred years and he was leaving so soon.

" Will your in charge of the office, Undertaker you have the most important job i'm trusting you with babysitting... I mean leading the reapers on active duty. I need you to make sure they do their damn job. Reap who needs to be reaped, Send them on but always give them a choice before forcing the issue. I don't know how long this will take but hopefully the paperwork will lessen. Oh and send Grell he needs the experience in real combat."

Both still looked confused but attentive. Sighing he supposed thats all he could ask for at the moment.

" I'll contact you regularly keep me up dated..." Harry had the strangest feeling he forgot something. But what? He put those two in charge, What could he have missed? He had his "Phone" or what past as a mortal Cell Phone, His Death Book was in his pocket what could he have for... Oh! right, his Key how could he forget about her.

Tracing his steps Harry steadfastly ignoring the ever growing pile of books and pulled open a door taking his hostage... excuse me, Key out before dragging her back to his hall of Mirrors.

Harry had hoped to train his key properly before leaving on a trip but oh well. Looks like he was teaching the sink or swim course.

Now touching one of his Mirrors he synced up with Pestilence energy wave once he found it Harry pricked the Keys finger (he really should name his pet) placing it against the Mirror's surface activating the doorway that would take him to his wayward brother.

Harry threw his Key over his shoulder and stepped through the doorway.

Honestly what made Albert decide to create Zombies.