Steven Ramirez brings on a hard-hitting splattergore zombie thriller, told by the ultimate anti-hero, Dave. Dave's not brave, he's not honorable, he's not a muscle-bound MMA fighter or an ex-military sniper. He's a recovering alcoholic, with a past that just won't quit.
The one thing you learn about Dave, he's good with an axe.
Dave had it all going for him, Holly - the perfect wife, a good job at Staples, clean and sober, dumped his loser drinking buddy Jim. Two years without a relapse, and he had built a real life for himself. But Jim won't leave him alone. Jim doesn't know when the party ends.
Then Jim got the jimmies, and now he's a flesh-eating zombie.
And like many men who live with alcoholism and instant gratification, Dave couldn't settle for his perfect life with Holly, he had to get a little on the side with Missy. The zombie apocalypse comes home in a personal way for Dave, first with Jim and then Missy.
It's the zombie ex-girlfriend straight from hell. Missy doesn't just want revenge, she wants to eat him alive, starting with the soft, mushy underbelly, where all those yummy guts are found.
Every zombie knows it's the belly that's the most delicate part of the body.
Guts and gore and death galore.
This Zombie apocalypse is set in a home town environment, where you personally know each of the 'draggers' who are dying to eat your guts.
And if the draggers don't kill you, the militant, survivalist whackos will. Pandemonium and martial law equals survival of the fittest. No one can escape the quarantine zone and the widespread madness overtaking the survivors.
"People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy."
And that is precisely what it takes to survive in Dave's hometown of Tres Marias. Don't hesitate to dive into this novel for your dose of splattergore-thriller-horror, and perhaps you'll learn a few things about human strength and frailty under duress.