The story of a young girl in Appalachia in the 1880s, having made the trip from the highlands of Scotland, waits at her cousin’s home for her fiancée, making the crosser later that year.  After a weird summer of alternating droughts and floods, she receives word the ship has come in, with no one on board alive.  The family prepares a memorial, though it is sparsely attended since no one knew the fiancée, who shows up later that night.  At first the girl doesn’t know what to think, her fiancée is emaciated, pale, and as he strips it is revealed he has small, circular burns all over his torso, one of which is opened enough to see into his abdomen, where his liver is missing.  As it turns out, the ship was attacked by zombie jellyfish, capable of existing off the water in the human body, incubating inside the fiancée.  Early that morning, he dies, expelling tiny jellyfish everywhere, and then rises as a zombie to do their bidding.  The girl then has to lead a band of hill folk to kill the hordes of jellyfish which begin infecting the entire eastern seaboard.  Eventually they find the best way to do this is by forcing those infected to drink moonshine, the only side effect of which is blindness.