I was super excited to read this story. I loved everything about it: the cover, name of the book, concept, and subject matter seemed right up my alley, and the author (a black man) is a voice that’s sorely lacking from horror in general, but especially the zombie genre. I started reading and it definitely more then delivered for about, I’d say probably, the first 4-5 chapters and after that it just took a major nose dive shockingly fast. The MC Israel has a major hero complex I searched it and ‘hero’ is mentioned 23 times and none of the characters were really relatable or interesting, the dialogue seemed weird and unnatural at times. Most of the chapters read like amateurish fanfic and needed major refining; there were typos throughout. There was a lot going on in every aspect of the story: the storyline has a lot happening, the characters have things happening; each individually something different, and the zombies were just too much. Zombie stories often try to do too much when they could’ve just done regular zombies and been fine. There’s a reason zombies are so popular and that’s because they work and they’re straightforward. Don’t reinvent the wheel. I think the worst, most frustrating part is that: not only did I have such high hopes for this book, the first 4ish chapters were so good I thought this was going to be such a great story. The ending was really disappointing too, it felt like such an almost jokingly cliché ending. If the whole story was like the first 3/4/5 chapters this would be a 4 or 5 star book.