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400 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 8, 2011
Beyond this page lies unspeakable horror. Bone-crunching, blood-splattering, brain-impaling horror—the horror of the zombie apocalypse.Wrong.
You’re twenty-five years old. You live in a crappy, overpriced studio apartment in Manhattan. You work a corporate job that you’re not particularly fond of. Up until now, your day-to-day life offered few surprises.I mean, I like to think of myself as a smart person. Really, you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who says "OH I'M REALLY STUPID, HUR HUR HUR," but still...I like to think I'm a little more rational and intelligent than the person depicted.
But today, on a hot and humid July morning, zombies have come to Manhattan.
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.
You head for your cubicle.WHAT?! NO. FUCKING NO. I WOULD NOT DO THAT. I WOULD GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE.
You get to your computer and start typing.
Taft shoots you a look that says you’re invading his zombie knowledge territory. “Well,” he says, “the water issue depends on who you ask. In George Romero’s Land of the Dead, they do cross the water—finally infiltrating Fiddler’s Green. And in Lucio Fulci’s Zombie, also known as Zombi 2, there’s the classic zombie-versus-shark scene.”This fucking hipster.








