When the dead don’t stay buried, neither do secrets.

Zombies are kind of my thing—but when demons, deadheads, and villains all crash the party at once, even I might be in over my head. A synthetic virus is creating super-zombies with no cure, the body count is climbing, and the city’s circling the drain. Guess who’s on cleanup duty? Yours truly.

As if saving the world from the walking dead wasn’t enough, someone’s set up shop inside my skull. My thoughts aren’t my own, my instincts are scrambled, and trusting anyone feels like betting on a three-legged racehorse.

Between political backstabbing, straight-up murder, and my very real fear of losing my mind, I’m running out of time. If I can unmask the jerk pulling the strings, maybe I’ll save the day. But if I do, there’s still one ugly question left—do I have what it takes to put him down for good?