By Aaron Dries and Mark Allan Gunnells
- Format: Kindle Edition
- File Size: 4614 KB
- Print Length: 182 pages
- Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
- Publisher: Crystal Lake Publishing (Nov. 28 2016)
- Sold by: Amazon.com Services LLC
- Language: English
- ASIN: B01N1LYOGP
- Paperback: 258 pages
- Publisher: Crystal Lake Publishing (Nov. 30 2016)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 1684187567
- ISBN-13: 978-1684187560
- Product Dimensions: 12.9 x 1.4 x 19.8 cm
Emily, a woman haunted by her past, only wants to do her job and be the best mother possible. But in a world where mortality means nothing, where guns are drawn in fear and nobody seems safe anymore – at what cost will this pursuit come? And through it all, the soon to be dead remain silent, ever smiling. Such is their curse.
This emotional, political novel comes from two of horror’s freshest voices, and puts a new spin on an eternal topic: the undead. In the spirit of George A Romero meets Jack Ketchum, Where the Dead Go to Die it is an unforgettable epilogue to the zombie genre, one that will leave you shaken and questioning right from wrong…even when it’s the only right left.
It won’t be long before that snow-speckled ground will be salted by blood.
I cried. And then, I ugly cried.
Okay, we’re talking zombies, the dead walking, biters, and all those other current names. What makes this story any different?
The goodness of strangers.
Humanity at its, yes…cliché, best and worse.
Every other storytelling medium I’ve read or watched show society as accepting of the inevitable. You get bit, you die, but you don’t really die cause you come back wanting human flesh to eat. The same blah blah blah.
What if zombiehood, for lack of a better word, was a pandemic where there were rules to follow so you didn’t get bit and what to do afterwards in order to not risk others getting bit? What if getting bit was an instant death sentence via the government or neighbours? Yup, I’m talking about clubbing your neighbour or brother or aunt right then and there for all to see without any ramifications. Doing so before they’ve even died and came back.
What if after so many of these executions humanity finally got smart and set up a zombie-to-be hospice? A place you went, were dropped off, in order to die and be taken care of. Where if your family and friends cared enough they could safely visit and spend the final hours or days with you and get that goodbye.
Or your family could just dump you and run. Leaving you alone in the care, hopefully care, of strangers.
I didn’t like the main character, Emily. I found her whiny, oh poor is me, but I’ve not faced what she has so who am I to judge. Her daughter, well, I did get a bit confused on this character’s age and behaviour, but that’s a small blip.
The rest, sorry I’m going to leave it up to you to discover them. To figure out how they fit with you.
The ending…I can’t say anything. Tried writing this without giving anything and couldn’t do it. The ending is yours to discover, too.
Oh, and don’t mind the picketers outside the hospice. They’re just a bunch of pain in the butts who think they know what’s best for everyone and end up being the biggest hypocrites.
Get the tissues. Keep the lights on. And be careful how you smile at anyone.
Oh, and sirs, more please.