Outside the fence line is a place of terrifying danger and lawlessness. When people die, their corpses must be quieted with, for example, a sharp blade to the brain-stem. Food is rationed, and everybody over the age of fifteen must work or starve. Most folks don’t go far outside the fences, certainly without an escort of armed zombie hunters. Everything mechanical and electronic has been fried by an electromagnetic pulse. Now only a few towns remain in trading range of Mountainside. Civilization fell pretty quickly after that.
It all started on First Night, when the dead rose and began to shamble, bite, and multiply. Maybe it was the fly-leaves’ depiction of several collectible zombie cards, depicting not only notable zoms but also a few slayers and other legendary figures haunting the Rot and Ruin-which is to say, just about everywhere outside the fence surrounding the town of Mountainside, California, and the struggling band of survivors that calls it home. But something about this book appealed to me to that extent.
I have never really taken much interest in zombie apocalypse literature.
And there it stayed until I had renewed it so many times that I had to take it back to the library and check it out again. Though I have never read a book by Jonathan Maberry before, this one came home with me in the middle of a pile of library books.
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