The DC soft reboot marketing machine is rolling out great books (Morrison, JH Williams, Azzarello), potentially great ones (Grifter, JLDark), and horrors (Leifeld, Krul, Suicide Squad). Allow me to—like many others—be sentimental and grieve the old books loss in the shuffle and restructuring like a parent does a child going off to college (or something like that inappropriate American metaphor). Allow me to mourn the loss of Xombi. It never really fit into the Flashpoint crap (nothing really did, of course). It didn't have any of the recognizable superheroes, and was, for all intents, a Vertigo book misplaced onto the DC stable of pastel spandex and Geoff Johns.
He establishes, by the very first page, an atmosphere of shadows, of secrets and odd happenings. By the second page, he injects instant humor in a panel, diffusing pretensions of being an Alan Moore marathon by mention of tuna sandwich. In four panels, he tells us the general theme of the book. This is a horror book that deals with the occult. And right now, things that shouldn't be happening are, all around the world. He does this all without a diarrhea of words.
By the third and fourth pages we get introduced to Julian Parker (who isn't the titular Xombi) and David Kim (who is). Like a group of really cool and eccentric dudes (Trenchcoat Brigade ?), they've noticed the oddness and decide to investigate.