Never call them zombies. That was one of the rules. So much for rules, everyone who made up that garbage is either dead or undead. It doesn't matter anymore. They go by other names-chewers, eaters, maggot bags, the changed. Whatever they're called, they're everywhere. And they're not giving up until every last human becomes a single serving entree to satiate their uncontrollable appetite. Enter shotgun-toting Ranger Martin who is determined to end the zombies' all-you-can-eat buffet. In an abandon military silo on the outskirts of the Nevada/Arizona border, he and his specialized team of...

In a cold cemetery just outside American Fork, Utah, zombie slayer Ranger Martin sets his trap, four gas drums strung together and the barrel of his shotgun acting as the fuse. The undead crowd erupts in a blaze of body parts. If only all of Ranger's enemies would die this way. What Ranger doesn't know is his greatest foe may not be a hungry horde after all, but a vicious fiend bent on destroying the planet. They came from the sky. No one knew what to call them. By that time, it was too late. The dreaded lights from their ships plunged the world into darkness and everyone from Oregon to...

There is no cure. The change is permanent. Whoever says they can fix this is wrong. Months ago, billions of people died in the zombie apocalypse. The survivors either have become refugees looking for a way out or have turned against each other. No one will admit they killed their friend for a package of raisins. It happens though, and there isn't anything anyone can do about it. Undead slayer Ranger Martin makes the unforgiving Arizona desert his home. He has never had to defend it. He has never had to kill anyone for it. If anything, he has shelved his shotgun and has taken an early...