This isn’t the thriller it promises to be. It shuffles along well enough, but drags its feet too often. There are mercifully only two focal points for the narration and thankfully neither are in the first person. Also it’s nice to read a British zombie story in a rural setting rather than the all too familiar globalised urban landscapes.
The first focal point is a nine year old, abused by his parents, bullied at school and isolated from the world in his rural home. A born survivor, we are told. Fair enough, a good idea, but this build-up is rammed down the reader’s throat so much that it’s a relief when the zombies finally turn up. Although we closely follow the kid, the narrator is a dispassionate observer, so we’re not exactly seeing this through the kid’s eyes. It’s like an amateur psychologist doing a voiceover.
The second focal point is a military squadron, again isolated from the world by the chain of command. Cue lovingly detailed descriptions of kit and procedure, but precious little action. Plenty of stock characters. The tough sergeant. The foppish lieutenant. The expendable grunts.
Half way in, the read is pleasant enough. The writing is slow, descriptive, detailed, a bit clunky in places, but not bad at all. Not quite a thriller. The author is not quite living up to his literary pretensions either. If in doubt, when writing a zombie story, stick to fast paced action … or have something really original to say. There’s neither here. We’ve got a contemporary slice of rural life with the occasional walking corpse … pleasantly readable, but not really able to hold the attention.
There’s no story arc here, just the first episode in an ongoing serial, so the ending comes at an arbitrary moment. There’s no underlying mystery as to the whys and hows of the outbreak. There’s zombies. Some people survive. Some don’t. That’s it.
Would I follow the series? No. There’s nothing to make this one stand out from the crowd.