Whisperer Rising

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 scramb...