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We have lots of great titles in digital format and even get advance copies sometimes. Use the Contact Page to submit reviews or let us know if you have any questions. The story travels back and forth in time between the first days of the zombie apocalypse and the present, explaining how the current group of survivors inhabiting the compound got to be there. I loved it. You could feel the claustrophobia and grit that covered the characters themselves. It follows the remaining survivors on the road through the wasteland looking for a place to rest and be safe.

I have to admit that upon picking up the book I had certain expectations for what I was getting into. You know when you listen to certain bands and you come to expect a certain sound from them? Well, Monchinski pulled a fast one on me. Resurrection goes into an entirely new realm of survival and apocalyptic fiction that I am thrilled by.

The story takes place 25 years after the zombie apocalypse. The world has changed. The monster flopped down and did not move again. She turned on her knees in time for the second zombie to reach her to bowl her over. It was all over her before she could get up, and it would have bit if not for the thick leather muzzle solidly affixed to its mouth and strapped firm at the back of its necrotic head.

Again she found the rock and desperately hammered the dead thing in the head and shoulders. A third and fourth zombie bore down on them, and then another and another.

Their weight pinned her to the ground. As they pawed at her body, as they tried to devour her through their muzzles, as their rank smell overpowered her, the fight left her and she succumbed, lying still there under their writhing touch.

Before they could smother her into unconsciousness, the men with their rifles retrieved the chains and hauled back, drawing the zombies off her. White-haired, he stood surveying the scene with his lever-action rifle, noting how close the woman had come to the river, noting the bludgeoned zombie lying there. She drew her legs up to her torso and propped herself up on an elbow, breathing raggedly, trying to regain her breath. Her leg was bleeding all over the place. Thomas nodded and drank himself.

He was squatting there, his rifle under one arm, rolling himself a clove cigarette. Gammon noticed how his friend Thomas paused ever so slightly as MacKenzie and Rodriguez said what they said. Her wounds were bleeding profusely, sending the zombies into a frenzy. They strained against their chains and the men pulling back on them.

Two of the more vocal ones carried on screeching and howling. Rodriguez and MacKenzie looked disappointed. They hauled back on the chains with the others, dragging the zombies forcefully off, away from the girl and Thomas and his son Tommy. His son? She panted, but less so than before. The pain in her leg was very real, though the wound in her side had died down to a dull throb. Thomas held his cigarette up between his thumb and forefinger, appraising it.

Satisfied, he thumbed the wheel of his butane lighter and gave it fire. The old man inhaled the clove and held it, tasting it deep in his lungs, and then exhaled. She looked up at him and he smiled at her, the wrinkles in his face bunching up around his eyes, on his cheeks and around his mouth.