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And The Dead Shall Rise...

Two hellish years. That's how long it's been since the hurricanes flooded the Gulf Coast,
and the dead rose up from the ruins. The cities were quarantined; the infected, contained.
Any unlucky survivors were...
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And The Dead Shall Rise...

Two hellish years. That's how long it's been since the hurricanes flooded the Gulf Coast,
and the dead rose up from the ruins. The cities were quarantined; the infected, contained.
Any unlucky survivors were left to fend for themselves. A feast for the dead.

And The Living Shall Gather...

One boatload of refugees manages to make it out alive—but one passenger carries the virus. Within weeks, the zombie epidemic spreads across the globe. Now, retired U.S. Marshal Ed Moore must lead a group of strangers to safety, searching for sanctuary from the dead. A last chance for the living.
Let The Battle Begin.

In the North Dakota Grasslands, bands of survivors converge upon a single outpost. Run by a self-appointed preacher of fierce conviction—and frightening beliefs—it may be humanity's only hope. But Ed Moore and the others refuse to enter a suicide pact. They'd rather stand and fight in the final battle against the zombies. An apocalypse of the dead.

"One of those rare books that starts fast and never ever lets up...
a rollercoaster ride of action, violence and zombie horror." —Bram Stoker Award-winning author Jonathan Maberry on Dead City

"Gritty suspense...You're gonna like this guy." —Tom Monteleone

"A rising star on the horror scene." —Fearnet.com
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"This book is so captivating that even those who avoid these types of stories will enjoy it. Todd McLaren's performance propels the story…[along] with moments of intensity that match the novel's." —-AudioFile
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  • ISBN-13: 9780786023592
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 11/1/2010
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 364
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.80 (h) x 1.60 (d)

Meet the Author

Joe McKinney

Joe McKinney is the author of numerous horror, crime, and science fiction novels, including the four-part Dead World series: Dead City, Apocalypse of the Dead, Flesh Eaters, and Mutated.

Former radio broadcaster Todd McLaren has been heard on more than 5,000 TV and radio commercials; narrations for documentaries on such networks as A&E and the History Channel; and films. His book narrations have earned him a prestigious Audie Award as well as a Publishers Weekly Listen-Up Award.

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First Chapter




Copyright © 2010 Joe McKinney
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7860-2359-2

Chapter One

Down there in the ruins it was low tide. Galveston Bay had receded, leaving the wreckage of South Houston's refineries and trailer parks up to their waists in black water. Moving over the destruction at eight hundred feet in a Schweizer 300, the thropping of the helicopter's rotors echoing in his ears, Michael Barnes scanned the flooded ruins for movement. The Schweizer was little more than a pair of lawn chairs strapped to an engine, but its wide-open bubble cockpit offered an unobstructed view of what had been, before Hurricane Mardell ripped the skin off the city, a vast cluster of tankers and docks and refineries and arterial bayous, the breadbasket of America's domestic oil and gas industry. Now the world below Michael Barnes's helicopter looked like a junkyard that had tumbled down a staircase.

Flying over the flooded city, Barnes remembered what it was like after the storm, all those bodies floating in the streets, how they had bloated and baked in the sun. He remembered the chemical fires from the South Houston refineries turning the sky an angry red. A green, iridescent chemical scum had coated the floodwaters, making it shimmer like it was alive. That mixture of rotting flesh and chemicals had produced a stench that even now had the power to raise the bile in his throat.

What he didn't know-what nobody knew, at the time-was the awful alchemy that was taking place beneath the floodwaters, where a new virus was forming, one capable of turning the living into something that was neither living nor dead, but somewhere in between.

Before the storm, Barnes had been a helicopter pilot for the Houston Police Department. Grounded by the weather, he'd been temporarily reassigned to East Houston, down around the Galena Park area, where the seasonal floods were traditionally the worst. The morning after the storm, he'd climbed into a bass boat with four other officers and started looking for survivors.

Everywhere he looked, people moved and acted like they'd suddenly been transported to the face of the moon. Their clothes were torn to rags, their faces glazed over with exhaustion and confusion. Barnes and his men didn't recognize the first zombies they encountered because they looked like everybody else. They moved like drunks. They waded through the trash-strewn water, stumbling toward the rescue boats, their hands outstretched like they were begging to be pulled aboard.

The city turned into a slaughterhouse. Cops, firefighters, National Guardsmen, and Red Cross volunteers went in thinking they'd be saving lives but emerged as zombies, spreading the infection throughout the city. Barnes considered himself lucky to have escaped. When the military sealed off the Gulf Coast, they'd trapped hundreds of thousands of uninfected people inside the wall with the zombies. Barnes emerged with his life, and his freedom; nearly two million people weren't so lucky.

And with the rest of America in an unstoppable economic nosedive after the death of its domestic oil, gas, and chemical industries, he considered himself lucky to get a job with the newly formed Quarantine Authority, a branch of the Office of Homeland Security that was assigned to protect the wall that stood between the infected and the rest of the world.

But all that was two years ago. It felt like another lifetime.

Today, his job was a routine sweep with the Coast Guard. Earlier that morning, a surveillance plane had spotted a small group of survivors-known as Unincorporated Civilian Casualties by the politicians in Washington, but simply as "uncles" by the flyboys in the Quarantine Authority-working to wrest a wrecked shrimp boat loose from a tangle of cables and nets and overgrown vegetation. Most of the boats left in the Houston Ship Channel were half-sunken wrecks. And what hadn't sunk was hopelessly, intractably mired in muck and garbage. There was no chance at all that a handful of uncles could get a boat loose from all that mess and make a run for it. And even if they could, they'd never be able to beat the blockade of Coast Guard cutters waiting just off shore. They'd be blasted out of the water before they lost sight of land. But the Quarantine Authority's mission was to make sure nobody escaped from the zone, and so the order had gone out, as it had numerous times before, to mobilize and neutralize as necessary.

Now, along with three other pilots from the Quarantine Authority, Barnes was slowly moving south toward the Houston Ship Channel. Once there, they'd rendezvous with the boys from the Coast Guard's Helicopter Interdiction Tactical Squadron, known as HITRON, and act as forward observers while the H-Boys took care of any survivors who might be trying to escape to the Gulf of Mexico.

"Good Gawd, would you look at them?" said Ernie Faulks, one of the Quarantine Authority pilots off to Barnes's right. In the old days, Faulks had made his living flying helicopters back and forth from the oil rigs just offshore. He was an irredeemable redneck, but cool under pressure, especially in bad weather.

Barnes glanced up from the ruins below and saw a string of seven orange-and-white Coast Guard helicopters closing on their position. Even from a distance, Barnes could pick out the silhouettes of the HH-60 Jayhawks and the HH-65 Dolphins.

"You know what those babies are?" said Paul Hartle, a former HPD pilot and Barnes's preferred flanker. "Those are chariots of the gods, my friend. Ain't a helicopter made that can hold a candle to those bad boys."

"I'd love to fly one of them things," answered Faulks. "I bet they're faster than your sister, Hartle. Sure are prettier."

"Fuck you, Faulks."

Faulks made kissy noises at him.

"All right, guys, kill the chatter," Barnes said.

Technically, he was supposed to write up the guys when they cussed on the radio, but he let it slide. A little friendly kidding was good for morale. And besides, as pilots, Barnes and the others were seen as hotshots within the Quarantine Authority. They were held to different standards, given special privileges, looked up to by the common guys on the wall. Being pilots, they had to do more, take bigger risks. It was why all these guys loved flying, why they kept coming back.

But in every profession there is a hierarchy, and while Barnes and his fellow Quarantine Authority pilots had a firm grip on the upper rungs of the status ladder, the very top rung was owned by the H-Boys from the Coast Guard's HITRON Squadron. Originally created to stop drug runners in high-speed cigarette boats off the Florida coast, the H-Boys now did double duty patrolling the quarantine zone's coastline. They flew the finest helicopters in the military, and their gun crews had enough ordnance at their disposal to turn anything on the water into splinters and chum. The pilots in the Quarantine Authority worshiped them, wanted to be them when they grew up. It was the Quarantine Authority Air Corp, in fact, that had come up with the H-Boys' nickname.

"Papa Bear calling Quarter Four-One."

Quarter Four-One was Barnes's call sign. Papa Bear was Coast Guard Captain Frank Hays on board the P-3 Orion that was circling overhead.

"Quarter Four-One, go ahead, sir."

"I'd like to welcome you and your men to the show, Officer Barnes. Now, all elements, stand by to Susie, Susie, Susie."

"Mama Bear Six-One, roger Susie."

Barnes scanned the line of orange-and-white helicopters until he saw one to the far right dipping its rotors side to side. That was Mama Bear, Lt. Commander Wayne Evans, the senior officer in the squadron and the quarterback for this mission. Once the sweep got under way, he would be the link between the individual helicopters and Papa Bear up in the P-3 Orion. Barnes had worked with Evans before and knew the man had a talent for keeping a cool head and an even cooler tone of voice on the radio when things got sticky.

"This is Echo Four-Three, roger Susie."

"Delta One-Six, roger Susie."

"This is Bravo Two-Five, roger Susie."

The pattern continued down the line of Coast Guard helicopters, each one answering up with their call sign and the code word "Susie," which was the signal for the sweep to begin.

When they'd all answered up, Mama Bear said, "Quarter Four-One, you and your men drop to three hundred feet and recon the quadrants north of here. Sound off if you spot any uncles."

"Yes, sir," Barnes answered.

He gave the orders for his team to drop altitude and spread out over the area. They had done this many times before, and they all knew the drill. And they all knew that the order to sound off if they spotted any uncles was superfluous. The HITRON boys had the finest heat-sensing equipment in the world. Their cameras would spot any bodies down there long before Barnes and his men could. What Barnes and the others were expected to do was identify whether or not the bodies spotted were uncles or zombies. The HITRON boys would only get involved if they had uncles.

But telling the difference under the current conditions wasn't going to be easy. They had maybe thirty minutes of usable daylight left, and there was a spreading shadow over the ruins that gave everything, even at three hundred feet, a monochromatic grayness.

Barnes recognized the ghostly outlines of Sheldon Road beneath the water. Its length was dotted with tanker trucks and pickups that, even at low tide, were a good five or six feet beneath the surface. He looked east, across a long line of metal-roofed warehouses that shimmered with the reddish-bronze glare of sunset. From frequent flyovers, Barnes knew that at low tide the water was only about two or three feet deep on the opposite side of those warehouses. If they were going to find uncles, that's where they'd be.

Within moments his instincts proved true. Boats and cranes and even a few larger tankers had been spread by the tides across the flooded swamp that had once been a huge tract of mobile homes. In and among the debris and stands of marsh grass he spotted a large number of people threading their way toward three medium-sized shrimp boats waiting just offshore. One of them already had its engines going. Barnes could see puffs of black smoke roiling up from beneath the waterline.

Several faces turned up to track his movement over their location. He felt like he could see the desperation in their expressions, and he turned away. He didn't like doing this, but it was necessary.

"Quarter Four-One, I've got uncles east of the warehouses."

There was a pause before Mama Bear answered up. "Quarter Four-One, roger that. You sure they're uncles?"

Barnes could hear the indignation in the man's voice. Though they were all on the same team, the H-Boys knew they were the all-stars. Barnes was sure the man was cussing to himself that a Quarantine Authority pilot in a Schweizer POS had spotted their objective before his boys did.

Barnes enjoyed making his reply. "Oh, I'm sure, Mama Bear. I estimate between forty and sixty uncles. Looks like they've got themselves three shrimp boats, too."

There was a pause. Must be on the private line to Papa Bear, Barnes thought.

Finally, Mama Bear answered. "Roger that, Quarter Four-One. Go ahead and give 'em Mona."

Come again, thought Barnes.

"Uh, Quarter Four-One, I didn't copy. You said to give 'em Mona?"


"Mama Bear, did you copy they got three shrimp boats in the water?"

"Roger your three shrimp boats, Quarter Four-One. Echo Four-Three and Delta One-Six will fall in behind in case you need assistance. Now give 'em Mona."

Give 'em Mona was the strategy most commonly employed by Quarantine Authority personnel when they spotted uncles trying to breach the wall. The expression came from the amplified zombie moans the Quarantine Authority personnel played over their PA systems. The moans carried for tremendous distances, attracting any zombies that might be in the area. Usually, the moans were enough to send the uncles into hiding.

But this isn't a bunch of uncles throwing rocks at troops up on the wall, Barnes thought. Those people are a viable threat. They have boats. They have boats in the water, for Christ's sake. You guys are underestimating the situation.

Barnes reached forward to the control panel in front of the passenger seat and flipped the PA system power switch. Instantly, the air filled with a low, mournful moan that Barnes could feel in his chest and his gut.

He hated hearing that noise. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out the images of bodies festooned in the branches of fallen pecan trees, of people screaming for help in flooded attics, of his brother Jack getting pulled under the water by a nest of zombies they'd wandered into when they were less than two miles from safety. But it was no use. Sometimes the images were too powerful, too vivid, and when he opened his eyes, he had tears running down his face.

Barnes didn't even hear the first shots. He heard a loud plunking sound, like a rock dropping into water next to his ear, and when he looked over his shoulder, he saw a bullet hole in the fuselage.

Missed my head by six inches, he realized.

He heard another sound below him. Glancing down, he saw what appeared to be a faint laser beam between his shins. The bullet had pierced the lower section of the fuselage and entered the supports right below his seat. He had daylight pouring through the bullet hole.

"Quarter Four-One, they got a shooter on the ground!" Barnes heard the panic in his voice but couldn't fight it.

"Take it easy," Mama Bear answered.

More shots from below. Barnes could see the man doing the shooting, the bursts of white-orange light erupting from the muzzle of what appeared to be an AK-47.

"I'm hit," Barnes said.

Instinctively, he pulled back on the stick and started to climb. He couldn't see the Coast Guard Jayhawk that had moved into position above and behind him, but he heard the pilot's angry shouts as he turned his aircraft to one side, narrowly avoiding the collision.

"Goddamn it, watch yourself, Quarter Four-One!" the pilot said.

Barnes's Adam's apple pumped up and down in his throat as he fought to get himself back under control. He scanned the airspace around him, then made a quick instrument check. Everything appeared to be holding steady.

Out of the corner of his eye, Barnes saw the Coast Guard Jayhawk rotate into position over the uncles below. Barnes could see several uncles shooting now, while farther off, people were jumping into the water and trying to climb aboard the shrimp boats.

"Kill that Mona, Quarter Four-One," shouted one of the H-Boy pilots.

"Roger," Barnes answered.

He leaned forward and killed the PA switch. But as he did, he saw a flash of movement that grabbed his attention. A man was kneeling in the shadows between a wrecked fishing boat and what appeared to be the rusted-out pilothouse from a tugboat. He had a long, skinny metal tube over his shoulder and he appeared to be zeroing in on the Jayhawk to Barnes's right.

Barnes recognized it as an RPG and thought, Where in the hell did the uncles get an RPG? That's impossible. Isn't it?

Barnes glanced to his right and saw that the Jayhawk had rotated away from the shooters so that its gun crews could bring their 7.62-mm machine guns to bear on the targets.

"That guy's got an RPG," Barnes heard himself say. "Heads-up, Delta One-Six. That guy's got an RPG. Clear out. Repeat, clear out!"

"Where?" the other pilot asked. "Where? What's he standing next to?"

"Right there!" Barnes shouted futilely. He was pointing at the man, unable to find the words to describe his position amid all the rubble. It all looked the same.

"Where, damn it?"

But by then the man had fired. Barnes watched in horror as the rocket snaked up from the ground and slammed into the back of the Jayhawk, just forward of the rear rotor. The Jayhawk shuddered, like a man carrying a heavy pack that had shifted suddenly, and then the helicopter started spewing thick black smoke.

"Delta One-Six, I'm hit!"

"Fucker has an RPG!" shouted the other H-Boy pilot. He was moving his Jayhawk higher and orbiting counterclockwise to put his gun crews in position.

"Delta One-Six, she's not responding."

"Come on, Coleman," said the other Jayhawk pilot. "Pull your PCLs off-line."

"I'm losing it!"


Excerpted from APOCALYPSE of the DEAD by JOE MCKINNEY Copyright © 2010 by Joe McKinney. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Posted February 12, 2011

    good read bad ending

    i liked this book and the characters as well. the book definitly pulls you in and is very captivating, and i would definitly recommend it, my only complaint is the ending in my opinion sucked. it was like reading a great zombie novel with excellent action and character scenes, with just enough detail to pull you in but not overdo it, then it suddenly switches to religious nutcase story. SPOILER ALERT i loved the book but didnt care at all for how zombies dropped completely out of the story in the last fifth of the book to be replaced by a nutjob talking everyone into a mass suicide that all but a handful of the main characters are happy to participate in. end on a big fight or leave a cliffhanger, or on a cure, whichever i really dont care, but the everyone smiling and killing themselves ending sucked.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 12, 2013

    good read

    good read

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 10, 2012

    Great zombie brain candy! A very fun read that will keep you on

    Great zombie brain candy! A very fun read that will keep you one the edge of your seat.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 8, 2011

    Example: Highly Recommended - you must check it out!! Example: Highly Recommended - you must check it out!! ;)

    joe mckinney had me hooked with dead city, and has cemented his position as one of my all time favorite authors with apacolypse of the dead. awesome new take on the zombie genre. any fans of the genre would be doing theirselves a favor by checking this book out.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 24, 2011

    Great read, Couldn't put it down

    The author takes you on a tour of a world where zombies exist behind a wall and like true Americans we become complacent about them, big mistake. The heroes are flawed, the vilians are misguided and the zombies are hungry: still it all becomes believable and you really cant ask for more than that.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 3, 2011

    Loved It!

    I really enjoyed this book. I pretty much love any zombie book but this one does not disappoint. It was fast paced and you get to really like the characters. And, I almost think the zombies aren't the big deal about the book. It's about the people and what they do and how they handle stuff. But, there is still plenty of zombie stuff.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2014

    This is the most boring Zombie book ever written.

    It is slow, has characters no one cares about, and frankly adds nothing new or exciting to the genre. The zombies are boring and the characters are just as dull. There is nothing good to say bout this book. From the wishy-washy characters to the "Preacher" raping people, the whole thing is just stupid and boring. Stay away.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2013

    Three stars

    This was good, i did'nt care for the ending. Left too many open ends. Theese people just drive off into the rising sun and then what, the zombies are still there, they are obviously too much for the military to handle, religion coundnt save them and then there could be a cure, i hope there is a second part to it. It was very visual. If you like death, mass suicides, zombies there alot of it here.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2012

    Good bot not the best

    This is the second of mckinneys deadworld series after city of the dead. If you liked the one before then youll like this one too. Explains the origins of the zombie outbreak a little more than city of the dead did but it still leaves questions. Not agood acity of but still good.ss

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2012


    My new obsession is this series. The best zombie books yet.

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  • Posted December 1, 2011

    it let me down

    The concept of the story was good, but it jumped around too much. I didn't get a good sense of the characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 31, 2012

    Great read

    Great zombie book with believable charactors and fast plot

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  • Posted August 15, 2011

    It Jumps Around A Bit..

    I like it but it should stop jumping around each chapter. I'm barely on Ch. 6 it's a pretty good book but it's seems as if the author can't stay on 1 topic. I recommend it though. I can't seem to stop reading.

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  • Posted July 3, 2011


    Thesr books are awesome if you have a weird obsession with flesh eating zombies.

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  • Posted May 2, 2011

    So exciting

    Great read.

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  • Posted April 24, 2011

    must read

    If you love zombies then you wont be disappointed. Well except the last third of the book with the crazy cult people sorry to ruin the end. still a must read for all die hard zombie fans. Dead city was awesome, this one even better and i just downloaded book 3

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2011

    very good

    just as good as dead city!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2011

    Great read!

    Couldn't put this one down. Captivating. Great characters.

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  • Posted January 4, 2011

    Zombie lives

    First, I want to say this book is a much improved work over the authors first book in the series. I felt the characters had more depth and definitely felt the broader scope of life here. There is a lot to follow here, and I will admit that it took a few turns back to really make sure I could keep track of the different characters and storylines, and at first, there is a lot to keep up with. It all comes together well and makes a satisfying zombie story. I am left wanting more from this world and would like to follow the surviving characters even more!

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  • Posted January 3, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    Good read

    Most of the characters are well developed and the plot moves along at a good pace. I recommend this book.

    I finished this book a few days ago and the rest of this review may contain spoilers so read on at your own risk as I'm going to write what I think off the top of my head before the points fade from memory: The first book of McKinney's I read was Dead City and I liked the fast pace of it. I was a little unsure in that book as to the author's poking here or there at broader points and in this book, without a doubt, he does and I'm fine with that as a whole. In general zombie books suffer from a one sided dilemma. Authors of vampire or werewolf books get to draw metaphors and plot directions from the undead, but not in zombie books ... zombies just kinda moan and groan and the author has to use the living to press a point and a juicy plot. I think McKinney has done a fairly good job of that, but what is his broader point? Almost like a checklist on a notepad the author presents me with a few things that stood out: Courage without consequence is meaningless, loyalty to anything removes liberty but complete liberty leads to anarchy, nihilism is empty, one chooses to live and in that choice we acknowledge that life has meaning. He doesn't do this with metaphors or plot but almost with aphorisms inserted into the plot. In general I think he must point to virtue instead of courage without consequence because by the very nature of our causation its impossible for an action or inaction not to produce a consequence. So I feel he's poking at virtue here and I think he kinda jumps to the last point of virtue leading to choosing a life of meaning. I think that could be his broader point, but he doesn't expand enough on his checklist for a conclusion. I feel the author tries to draw a link to his middle points of anarchy and nihilism by saying we must reach a balance and then he sticks that into the sock of virtue by saying that by choosing to live we must acknowledge life has meaning and therefore it isn't a nest of nihilism ... have a nice day! Its primitive at best and the whole book more or less rests on it. Is it virtuous to choose only that which you have known? Is the word "death" a meaningless concept because it lacks personal experience? These thoughts should immediately come to mind. If one is to tread down this path, walk! Maybe he will walk some more in his next novel but he literally puts his toe in a pond and looks at the ripples and provides a crayon drawing. Maybe he's more of a philosopher than the book gives credit and he's building the next novel or maybe not. I get leery of ideological propaganda and so far I don't think he's going to cross that line. I like authors that provide a plot and characters that test ones convictions from the characters point of view. For example Dostoevsky does this. They make one understand, and sometimes love, the things one should despise so that one can come out with a broader prospective on life and this author had a really good opportunity with Jasper. I feel he did a great job developing Ed, Billy, Barnes and even Aaron but missed Jasper. Get rid of the checklist, stick those points into the plot, and use the character development of Jasper to ring the points home by making one actually understand the leader of this Jonestown. This novel is basically Jonestown with zombies and a checklist of philosophical aphorisms. Its OK.

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