Beyond this page lies unspeakable horror. Bone-crunching, blood-splattering, brain-impaling horrorthe horror of the zombie apocalypse. I get it, I do. But I felt the introductory sentence was reaaaaaally overreaching.
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Beyond this page lies unspeakable horror. Bone-crunching, blood-splattering, brain-impaling horrorthe horror of the zombie apocalypse. I get it, I do. But I felt the introductory sentence was reaaaaaally overreaching. There is no unspeakable horror here. Bone-crunching, blood-splattering, brain-impaling horror—the horror of the zombie apocalypse. It involved more eye-rolling action than anything involving an uplift of my mouth. The choices offered are so very limited, and so often incredibly stupid, that I never felt like I was a part of the adventure.
You live in a crappy, overpriced studio apartment in Manhattan. Up until now, your day-to-day life offered few surprises. But today, on a hot and humid July morning, zombies have come to Manhattan. I mean, I like to think of myself as a smart person. The scenarios are short vignettes, pages long at times, at the end of which, the reader gets to choose between one of several options regarding their next step.
All of a sudden. The cute receptionist bursts into the conference room, blabbering something incoherently and turns on the TV. It is a reputable news source, and chaos is what we see. The patient is biting the doctor. No, not just biting.
Eating him—devouring the guy. Tearing into his flesh with her teeth and hands. Clawing at his body. Ripping skin from his limbs.
As she tosses her head back to chew, stringy flesh hangs from her teeth. Mobs of the infected form from the infected hospital source, hordes stumble from within, drenched in blood, faces pasty white. What do I do? You head for your cubicle. You get to your computer and start typing. Initially, the choices are fairly easy, after that, the choices become rather You get to choose between drinking away the pain with beer or taking a call from your mom.
Your mom. Then you fucking run into some movie buffs preparing for a fictional Zombie Walk which is unfortunately now a very, very real thing. What do you do? Naturally, you sit down and discuss fucking zombie movies. This book goes against all common sense, and I personally would not make any of the decisions presented from the extremely limited list of options with which this book presented me. Skip it. Go reread some Max Brooks; his books are more realistic and more enjoyable.
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