As my loyal reader(s) will remember I recently acquired a zombie novel as well as collection of zombie novellas. Since this acquisition a few days ago I have been mowing down the printed pages with my sawed off 12 gauge and waistband full of shells. Squeezing off rounds into the center of each page, killing them in spasms of ichor and gore. One-by-one I mow through the hoard of undead pages, popping crusty carbuncles, clenching teeth, and emptying clips from my Uzi. Acrid saltpeter smoke stinging my eyes and the mascara-laden eyes of the whore that clips at my heels. Escaping (so far) with nary a bite and hardly a scratch. Strips of tree flesh cascade in my waste as I recon, plan, and then move-on to my next hidey-hole in the continual march for survival that is surviving the Zombocalypse.
In short, two thumbs-up. Buy the books. I just bought more (thanks Matt for the recs). The Zombocalypse has destroyed Nothoo… I forsee Book Stack Volume 2 in one blink of Free Amazon Shipping time.
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