“Our orders are simple enough: Secure the deadliest weapons in history from an enemy installation. But it turns out there’s complications. The weapon is already released, leaving thousands dead. But the dead aren’t staying put: They rise from the mass graves as an unstoppable army of pestilence. Our most advanced weaponry is worse than useless. Our only hope is to undo the spell of a latter-day warlock, and our only help is a man whose ancestors started a world war. But if evil begets greater evil, maybe a small good can defeat the greatest of all evils. One thing’s sure: There’s one weapon that won’t fail, as long as there’s arms to swing it. And I’m going down swinging.”