A raging viral infection breaks out in the densely populated Northeast corridor. Killing an estimated 85% of everyone infected, there is no cure. Travel is severely curtailed. Schools, businesses and non-essential services are shut down completely. Despite these efforts, the virus breaks out, spreading inexorably across the country.
It is in this setting, about six-seven weeks after the initial outbreak that Vivian decides to cash in her meager savings and drive across the country to California. Four years ago she gave up her newborn daughter for adoption. If she is going to die of this new plague, she wants to see her daughter one last time. With this tenuous connection to California and a certificate that guarantees that she is infection free, she hits the road.
Broken World does an excellent job of capturing the slow slide from modern civilization. Things are breaking down, fast. Some places aren't open at all, others are manned by a skeleton crew. Armed soldiers man check points carefully screening everyone. Desperate travelers, out of money and options are confronted by suspicious locals, fearful of the contagion.
Vivian makes it about half-way before things begin to go south. She passes the first body. Then her car dies. She is picked up by two red necks, Axl and Angus. The two men appear more than mildly interest in her, ahem, assets, and she isn't sure that accepting a ride with them is a good idea. Fortunately, it turns out that these two guys are actually pretty decent (if crude) guys. They, too, are headed for California and they are willing to help her out. And, unlike Vivian, they are ready for the end of the world, with loads of camping gear, food, and weapons.
Things continue to deteriorate. They pass more corpses, including, disturbingly, the bodies of soldiers at a check point. They also encounter more stragglers and, with a few more companions, they push west. By the time they make it to California the streets and highways are just about deserted. Survivors seem tentative and hesitant, somehow. Everyone is just shell-shocked. (Remember, 85% death rate).
At the half-way point, Vivian and the guys reach her daughter's house and, low and behold, Emily is alive - terrified, but alive. Her mom and dad were not so fortunate and lie rotting in their bed. It is right about here that the story begins to shift from a plague story to a zombie-plague story. While rescuing Emily, Vivian swears she saw the girl's adoptive mother (dead) move a finger. Surely she imagined that?! Then, when they make it to San Francisco, they encounter people aimlessly shambling around. These clearly ill people are also strangely aggressive, attacking Vivian and crew. The word "zombie" is used for the first time.
Holed up in a hotel, they find more survivors including Michael, a billionaire who offers them hope. He has the code to a secret bunker outside of Las Vegas that is stocked to supply 50 people with everything they could want for five years. It sounds too good to be true, but it is all they have so they hightail it out of SF and head for Vegas. The story ends (more or less) with a deadly shoot out against the undead outside the bunker as they race to escape.
I liked this book. Far too often, stories of the inevitable Zombie Apocalypse start AFTER the main event. To me, the most interesting part of the story is the outbreak itself. The fact that people don't know what they are facing. Their very human instincts to help those in need hurt them. See a guy in pain, you go to help him. Whoops! He's a zombie. Now you are zombie food. Broken World chronicles this slow descent from the pre-outbreak world into the post-outbreak world with all the confusion, misunderstanding, and fear. Well done!
A couple things did bug me about the story. First Vivian is a stripper. Nothing wrong with that, but the author really seems to accentuate that back ground and her enormous 'assets.' That, combined with her tendency to get caught partly dressed was annoying. I'm not sure the story needed it as it is a pretty good story. Next, the whole relationship between Vivian and Axl bugged the snot out of me. I'm not a fan of the whole 'I like him, but does he like me' stuff when he clearly liked her. They spend far too much time in this weird state of relationship-tension. Just do it, already. Ugh. Also, other than the nice run up to the outbreak, I'm not sure how unique this story was overall. Finally, the ending itself made me groan. It wasn't quite a cliff hanger, but it left a lot of questions unanswered.
Three and a half stars rounded down to three. I could've gone to four very easily, but I think rounding down to three is the right call.