All I wanted was silence after my mother's passing. Moving to a cabin in the mountains of Montana seemed like the right idea. Things were finally starting to make sense.
Or so I thought. Then my dog dug something up in the woods behind my house. Of course I touched it. I should have left it buried. The instant I did, I was swallowed by a storm and blacked out. When I woke, nothing looked familiar. Now I'm surrounded by strangers, all whispering about a legend. A prophecy. About a darkness...that arrives and leaves nothing in its wake. Rumours persist of an army of undead, soulless creatures closing in. Somehow, they're the least of my problems.