"The smell hit me before I could whirl around. Death, in all its sickly-sweet foulness. She, no, at this point it was something completely inhuman, had dragged herself up and was lurching toward me. So the rumors had been true." Dead is no longer dead enough for Noel Sterling. Zombies. The walking dead. Biters. Whatever their name in current pop culture, they are here to stay. Yet the closer Noel gets to the living, the more he realizes they may be far more dangerous than any undead creature hunting them...