Dead folk are poppin' up like a whack-a-mole... It's my fault. Sort of. Who would have thought that helping a friend bring back a few folks he'd accidentally murdered could mean the end of the world? Here's what happened... ...when I raised a few folk, the veil between life and death was torn. Not a big deal. I mean, death sucks, you know? But the dead aren't coming back right. They're on a murderous rampage. And come to find out, there's an ancient god who wants to see it through... The Book of the Dead says that the world will end when the dead rise to rule the earth. Well, that's a shizz-show that this hedge witch won't buy tickets to see. It's up to me to end this. But will I lose myself in the process?