The Pratt family founded a whole new settlement, banded together with other stragglers, and have started to build a new life hidden away from the Crossed. But what is the price of surviving in this new World, could it be that the only way to persevere is to be even more evil than the Crossed are? At humanity's darkest hour some folks just need killing. There is no help. There is no hope. There is no escape. There are only the Crossed.
Last one I've read today. They are so easy to get through. Started them at midnight and I'm already so far in. Is it cheating to have graphic novels on your reading challenge? Aziraphale's left shoe read heartstoppers on his challenge of 60 books so I guess it's not criminal. I'm probably gonna have to extend it,ten was a bit small given last year's number. Ok now to the comic book.
This series isn't original. Even the first book would made a huge impression on me hadn't been revolutionary or the best in it's genre. What made it stick was how it played with its themes,how its world was felt familiar but foreign enough for it be relieving and it's fleeting moments of joy . Actually that's what made me stay how the story always managed to find moments of peace or joy in a world where everything was against that. What fed my dislike for the second comic was how bereft it was of humanity. The insane performance of violence for the sake of violence. I get that this is a horror comic, I get that horror tends to be too edgy for its own good. But it had show previously it was more than that so a regression was very stilling. But here on the third novel it returns to form. Composed of canon vinegettes of varying quality it collectively tells a story of Amanda and her journey post the malignant horror exacted by Lorre. In a state of paranoia and depression her life is filled with distrust for others and loneliness, that is until she comes across a unique of three survivors who call themselves "the livers". Through spending time with them Amanda finds companionship and learns the lengths of her own depravity in a way that is comforting rather than scary. As if by figuring she's a monster she can feel less alone in a world over ran by them.