With zombie hordes swallowing the earth, mankind had no choice except to launch every nuke on the planet to stop them. Now, 150 years later, we live in over-crowded polluted cities, surrounded by vast radioactive wastelands. And no, we did not get all the zombies. They live among us, sometimes hiding in plain sight. Although the tattoos and piercings help them blend in, and the drugs help to contain their rage, they can never fully control their hunger. It’s endless. When they give in and people go missing and partially eaten corpses start turning up, the Dead-Eye hunters are called in to clean up the mess. Their job is to keep up the charade that we're safe. They do it for a price. In this world, money talks. Cash is king. Cole Younger knows that better than anyone, and he is hot on the trail of his next buck when he discovers that the tables have been turned. He’s not hunting Dead-Eyes, they are hunting him.

When Cole’s luck goes bad, it’s chained to the wall, missing fingers, pissing blood into a bucket bad. And his luck had never been worse. Of course, this time his bad luck is his own fault. No one says no to the mob and walks away unscathed. It’s a hard and fast rule that Cole learns the hard way when he’s set up for murder and forced to backstab the girl he loves: Ashley Tinsley. And he can’t even do that right. Before Cole knows it, he’s caught up in a power play and everyone has their hooks in him. The mob wants his head, the police want to string him up by the neck, the city vamps want to grind him under their heel, and worst of all, the Governor wants to send him across the river and into the Rad Lands to bring back an important package. The only thing across the river are the dead. Millions and millions of them. The moment he sets foot in the Rad Lands, they’re after him as well, and they won’t ever stop until they’re drinking his hot blood and feasting on his flesh.