Well, this is a divisive one. It's short, vulgar, and batshit crazy.
So it's pretty much up my alley. Initially the prose that Bryan Smith chose for the protagonist that we follow throughout is annoying. Every sentence seems to have an expletive thrown in for no good fucking reason. You would think, "The book is called The Fucking Zombie Apocalypse, how can you complain that there is so much swearing", right? Honestly, I fucking got used to it within a few goddamn pages. But I can see how some cunts couldn't.
Now, the cocksucker in chief that we follow, Phil, he's just broken up with Crazy Sue. But then, this bitch has gone and threatened the real hero of the story, George The Magnificent, the hamster that Phil forgot to remove from their shitty apartment before he kissed that sweet snatch goodbye. Now he's got to go out and save George The Magnificent from that crazy ass thundercunt.
Problem is, between last night's blackout shitfaced post-breakup drinking binge and the fucking rodent threats of the morning, it seems the fucking zombie apocalypse broke out. Oh shit, that must be how the book got it's fucking name. Anyway, it takes our dipshit protagonist a minute to understand that, but soon we realize the stakes are sky fucking high, you know. By the time you close this bitch up and move on to your next read, you're gonna see frogs rain, evil doctors, magnificent hamsters, Lord Satan, ghost bitches, and more. Can our bro make it or will he go tits up like a soy boy beta cuck pussy?
Look, if you can't take some fucking fucks in your fucking book on the fucking zombie apocalypse? Probably won't enjoy this shit. Can't jive with crazy fucking twists and characters who are clinically stupider than a giant bag of syphilitic dicks? Probably won't enjoy this shit. Don't appreciate shit written from the perspective of a mongoloid fucking fucktard who is working through a shitty situation with all the grace of Donald Trump impersonating a handicapped journalist? Probably won't enjoy this shit.
But if you got the fucking stones to take a ride on a speeding coaster that's coming off the fucking tracks, you will probably find this every bit as exciting as your mom found my 9 inch pork sword last night. Speaking of anal, if you demand literary realism and/or don't know fuckall about what a sense of humor is, you should probably see if a book called "The Fucking Regular Day" exists. Bryan Smith hasn't written that shit yet tho, I fucking checked for your lazy ass as part of my due diligence for this here impartial fucking review.
I guess, what I'm saying is that George The Magnificent is the fucking shit. Go read about him if you've got the balls. If you don't, there's always the option of fucking off and trying something fucking else.