Lazarus Stone is about to turn sixteen when, one night, he's normal life is ripped to shreds by a skinless figure drenched in blood. He has a message: THE DEAD ARE COMING. Now Lazarus is all that stands in their way to fulfill he's destiny, he must confront not only the dark past of his family, but horrors more gruesome then even Hell could invent. And it all begins with the reek of rotting flesh... ~A hand pushed out first, its skin like plucked chicken all pale and waxy. Then came the arm blistered and wet. Thin blue veins bubbled and burst across it's body, leaking blood and pus across the floor. The creature looked up at Lazarus and grinned...~All Rights Reserved