Ryan Sayles and Brian Panowich Introduce readers to the Zombie Apocalypse done their way. From tear-jerking to gut-wrenching to hardcore and brutal, all the things Sayles and Panowich have brought to the Indy Noir table are funneled into the world of the undead.
Volume One includes:
1. My Wife Dawn...And The Dead (Panowich)
A recount of the first few hours of the zombie outbreak during an small intimate Christmas party in the suburbs. What happens when a pop culture zombie nerd finds himself the smartest guy in the room, charged with protecting his family and friends on the eve of a real bonafide apocalypse? Probably not what you expect. My wife Dawn is a love story for the end of days.
2. 28 Days of Mutilated Zombie Whores Later (Sayles)
Two years after the the Zombie apocalypse, Nelson runs a new breed of harem on his farm. When his last surviving John arrives with a 'live girl' to trade for Nelson's service, they all experience a micro-apocalypse of their own.
C’mon and Do the Apocalypse is a mini-anthology from Zelmer Pulp, containing just two stories. Luckily, they’re great, pulpy, dirty takes on zombies, and you’ll need to take a shower after reading them, especially Sayles’. Panowich’s My Wife, Dawn… and the Dead gets a shit-eating guffaw at the title alone. It also has all the anthology’s heart, starting with a Christmas get-together where we meet a bunch of couples and a couple of daughters on a snowy evening. Aren’t you meant to get straight to the action in a short(ish) story? I’m glad Panowich didn’t, because the slow build-up of general bonhomie and a couple of domestics warms you up to the characters. So though nothing much happens, anticipation that events will go arse upwards start to grind your innards. When it does hit, it hurts, as one-by-one, many of the party-goers are offed by mindless gnashing zombies, the gore they’ve caused contrasting with the fluffy Christmas snow.
I loved the ending, despite the claustrophobia and helplessness of the situation – it is both devastating and full of hope. Beautiful.
And then you get to Ryan Sayles’ brilliant 28 Days of Mutilated Zombie Whores Later, a story so sick and twisted it would have Daily Mail readers up in arms if they knew about it, demanding the government do something about this filth. Its protagonist, Nelson, catches zombies (and sometimes deer for the dinner table) in a pit he has dug on his isolated farm in deep America. He cuts off their arms with a saw, gags them with a ball, and then uses them to barter for services and food from other survivors – who have sex with them.
He then sees a deer, infected by the zombie disease. He fears it might be the “Typhoid Mary of Zombie-ism” and gives chase until he comes to a blue tent. Other survivors are around. And so the freakery inherent in the story’s DNA multiplies its crackpottery, bringing in kidnap, a homemade landmine, a pen-ful of rabid zombie women on the loose, hippie environmentalist terrorists, and a baby.
It’s heady stuff, with unlikable characters (except Henna, one of the environmentalists). It turns the zombie theme on its head, by making you sympathise more with the zombies than with the survivors, and leaves you with the feeling that humanity is dirty, amoral, and worthy of a zombie apocalypse to wipe it out.
My only issue with the whole thing is that it could do with a more thorough proofread. Typos litter the version I have, and it might just ruin your enjoyment.
Great title. Great cover. Let's get something straight. These are two end of the bloody world zombie stories with graphic descriptions. If you don't enjoy that kind of thing, go read about the adventures of Raggedy Ann. If you are into desperate apocalyptic zombie horror gore, you came to the right place. Two stories. Two authors. One tale about the end of suburbia as we know it. One tale about years later as an ex-con survives on his grandparents' farm, now his zombie brothel. Maybe you don't want to admit you read this stuff, but if you do, you are going to have a hard time putting it down.