Well, reading this was sure a mixed bag. I initially picked it up because I figured it couldn't be too bad if Keith Szarabajka narrated it. (I've since learned that despite his immense talent, Szarabajka has narrated some really badly written books--much worse than this. I guess he needed the work? Whatever the reason, it makes me sad.) Also, the last time I took a risk on a military action adventure with zombies, I found Jonathan Maberry's Joe Ledger series. That was a real win.
Warning: I'm going to complain a lot about this book. I wouldn't bother doing that if I didn't think Greene is a better writer than this first novel suggests. If you like military zombie apocalypse novels, I recommend this one, but I also think you should know what you're getting into in case any of its flaws are deal-breakers for you.
First, the good stuff. Greene has a decent sense of narrative. Despite all the things I'm going to complain about, I didn't DNF the book because the plot was pretty good and the pacing, although not perfect, was better than I'd expected. There's nothing new here, plotwise, but that's not a surprise. There are only so many ways you can write a zombie apocalypse story; what matters is how you present the usual elements. Greene handles it with above average success for the genre.
That said, I seriously considered DNFing many times. I don't know who edited this book (Greene is the only author published by Rune, so I'm guessing no one edited it), but Greene needs to find another editor. The prose is occasionally so purple it's painful to read. More importantly, Greene repeatedly misuses words--so often, in fact, that it's a bit like reading a freshman comp paper written the night before it's due by a student with a thesaurus. I won't list all the brain-grating malapropisms, but here are a few examples:
"begrudged" used in place of "begrimed;"
"Gnarled" used in place of "snarled;"
"Drudged" used in place of "trudged."
In another instance, he writes, "Their heavy moaning defiled her."(Maybe he meant "dispirited?") And later, when a character is running from a hoarde of zombies, he writes that she moved "lackadaisically." (I think he meant to say that she was dissociating?)
He also uses the term "beta male" unironically and describes his protagonist as a "sheep dog." This is actually kind of weird since he doesn't otherwise spout a lot of red pill nonsense.
What he does spout--repeatedly and at length--is a strangely didactic kind of gun fetishism. It's normal in these sorts of books for the characters to use specific weapons. The heroes never just draw their gun; they draw their "Sig P226 Equinox Elite with an Eotech Deltapoint Pro NV FDE red-dot sight." This is bog standard content in this sort of novel and, honestly, you don't read these things if you don't have a high tolerance for authors who geek out over guns. But this sort of content needs to be integrated into the narrative in an appropriate way. Greene struggles with this. For example, he stops in the midst of his protagonist's complete mental break-down to lovingly describe the weapon carried by another character. It's just out of place. This sort of thing occurs several times.
Along the same lines, when experienced actual spec-ops agents are faced with a dire situation, they probably don't take the time to recount to themselves how important it is to breath properly and not to anticipate the recoil. They have the skills and they simply use them. Similarly, if the author feels the need to explain rudimentary military tactics, like stacking up, they generally don't interrupt an action sequence to do so. The effect of all this "teaching" is that the author ends up sounding like he's taken a couple of basic shooting classes and read a few spec-ops memoirs and is trying to sound like he thinks real operators might sound.
It's unfortunate that so many elements of the book come across as Greene trying too hard because he's really an intelligent fellow. Think of this book as being like The Martian before it got picked up by Crown and professionally edited (but without the humor and hard science). The foundations of the writing are good and the story is worth reading, but it's a first novel and if the author has honed his craft since he wrote it, he hasn't gone back to revise it.
I don't suppose there are many women reading books in this subgenre, but just in case: if you are easily offended by "men writing women" moments, this one might bother you. Luckily, it's not the "she boobed boobily down the stairs" sort of thing. It's just that his women characters are flat, pathetically unable to speak up about important subjects when there's a man around, and tend to survive by luck (or male heroism) rather than skill. There are no bad-ass bitches in this world. In one scene, when his primary woman character is in a dangerous situation, he describes her as "a rabbit on crack." It's amusing, but it's also pretty damned condescending.
One last thing: his protagonist is more than a little bit of an asshole. And not a fun asshole like Joe Ledger. I seriously wouldn't want to be in a dangerous situation with this guy. He's emotionally immature, self-centered to the point of immorality, and omg does he whinge. Never mind the zombies; I wanted to jump into the book and bite him myself sometimes. Books in this genre usually have flawed heroes, but it's important that they be honorable despite their failings. Mark Steel doesn't meet that standard.
Will I read more of Greene's work? Despite all my griping, I'll definitely consider it, especially if he gets picked up by a publishing house that assigns him an editorial team.