Zombie Walking Dead, I Mean Ripper Stars
So you know those books you request from Netgalley…
…then realize a year later that you still haven’t read?
Then you randomly open your kindle one day and it’s staring right at you…
…Judging you and your procrastinate tendencies…
Well, that was this book for me.
Shame on me.
In fact, I requested this bad boy, blurb-unread, at the advice of a friend who deemed it a must read, if I remember correctly.
Well, after reading a couple things from this author before (her military/spec ops series), imagine my surprise when I cracked this thing open and realized it was not merely an action romance (as I was expecting)…but a post-apocalyptic thriller-ish romance reminiscent (to me anyway) of The Walking Dead, The Strain, or Resident Evil.
Now, let me just say.
This kind of shit is NOT usually my bag.
So when I realized the direction this book was going, I thought to myself, did I really just read what I thought I read? This is going to be a Zombie book?
Yeah, I quickly realized this was legit.
And despite my initial misgivings, I really enjoyed this thing.
As I mentioned, this was a post-apocalyptic tale about the world following the ravaging effects of – you guessed it – some crazy, wazoo virus thing.
Although, in this book, it’s NOT a virus.
It’s a BACTERIUM.
But you know what?
It’s all the same to me.
But anyway, this bacterium thing has killed over 90% of the population – legitimately – and now the survivors are doing their post-apocalyptic super bacteria virus survival thing.
(There is always a “however” in super bacteria virus survival movies, people.)
People who are killed by the super bacteria, become one of three things:
1) A crazed, Zombie-like, eat your face off type of “Ripper.”
2) An unemotional, completely non-empathetic, but functional serial killer type “Ripper.”
3) Or a “recovered” non-Ripper…with somewhat “enhanced brain abilities.”
Not only were all of those exciting happenings going on, but this was all taking place in my hood, Los Angeles.
Hello 405 freeway, how I
loathe love you!
AND, there was a Hispanic, purple-wearing LA gang called the Twentys…
Who had evolved from just regular gang-banging…
…to post-apocalyptic survival-banging.
So yeah, lots going on here.
In fact, the reason I’m not giving this 5-stars is that sometimes I felt like there were too many things going on. Too many enemies to focus on.
Which made it drag a little in some parts for me.
Otherwise, I really enjoyed the shit out of this thing.
Jax was an awesomely hot, alpha male hero and Lynn was okay too.
I’ve already started reading book two…and it didn’t even take me a year…