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A bastard hybrid of War of the Worlds and Night of the Living DeadAutumn chronicles the struggle of a small group of survivors forced to contend with a world torn apart by a deadly disease. After 99% of the population of the planet is killed in less than 24 hours, for the very few who have managed to stay alive, things are about to get much worse.  Animated by "phase two" of some unknown contagion, the dead begin to rise. At first slow, blind, dumb and ...

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Overview

A bastard hybrid of War of the Worlds and Night of the Living DeadAutumn chronicles the struggle of a small group of survivors forced to contend with a world torn apart by a deadly disease. After 99% of the population of the planet is killed in less than 24 hours, for the very few who have managed to stay alive, things are about to get much worse.  Animated by "phase two" of some unknown contagion, the dead begin to rise. At first slow, blind, dumb and lumbering, quickly the bodies regain their most basic senses and abilities... sight, hearing, locomotion...  As well as the instinct toward aggression and violence.  Held back only by the restraints of their rapidly decomposing flesh, the dead seem to have only one single goal - to lumber forth and destroy the sole remaining attraction in the silent, lifeless world:  those who have survived the plague, who now find themselves outnumbered 1,000,000 to 1...

Without ever using the 'Z' word, Autumn offers a new perspective on the traditional zombie story. There's no flesh eating, no fast-moving corpses, no gore for gore's sake. Combining the atmosphere and tone of George Romero's classic living dead films with the attitude and awareness of 28 Days (and Weeks) later, this horrifying and suspenseful novel is filled with relentless cold, dark fear.

 

 

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“With AUTUMN, David Moody paints a picture of a marvelously bleak dystopian future where the world belongs to the hungry dead.  It’s the creepy start to a compelling series.” —Jonathan Maberry, multiple Bram Stoker Award-winning author of Patient Zero and Zombie CSU

 

"Zombie fans rejoice!  One of the original zombie novels is back from the grave to remind us all why the walking dead are so scary, and what it means to have a front-row seat for the end of the world.  Autumn is genuinely creepy, an atmospheric study of what happens when the dead come back—and what we have to do just to survive."

—David Wellington, Author of Monster Island, Monster Nation, 99 Coffins

Library Journal
In under 24 hours, a contagion kills 99 percent of the human race. The immune few survivors only have a few days to pull together before the dead begin to rise again, at first just wandering catatonically, then gradually developing volition, but never aggression. The corpses present a danger because of their sheer numbers, and they are attracted to the slightest noise. This marks the first print publication of the novel; it's been available free online since 2001 and has a cult following. BZG The word zombie never appears in the story. [Library marketing; this is the first of a five-book series that will be republished by Thomas Dunne Books.—Ed.]
Kirkus Reviews

When a fast-moving virus decimates the population, the few survivors struggle to make lives for themselves, even as some of the dead come back as mindless zombies.

The virus spread at an incredible speed, leaving almost everyone dead, seemingly in minutes. Those few unaffected by it were left with nothing but questions. What caused the virus? Did it spread worldwide? And what to do now that almost everyone is dead? In a smallish English city, a tiny group of survivors finds one another and holes up at a community center, but just when they're starting to settle in, something mind-boggling happens—a large number of the dead slowly get up and start shuffling around. One survivor, Michael Collins, senses danger and decides that it is no longer safe in the city. He suggests that the group head for the relative safety that isolation in the country would provide. Most of the group decides to stay at the community center, but two others, Emma Mitchell and Carl Henshawe, join him, finally settling in at a remote farmhouse. They barricade themselves inside, mostly out of revulsion for the disgusting, but seemingly harmless, shuffling corpses. Before long, though, they notice a change, as the bodies seem to become increasingly aware of their surroundings, and more aggressive. Soon, isolated from a world that is mostly dead and surrounded by rotting, potentially dangerous corpses, the survivors begin to wonder whether there is any point in staying alive.The booktrades the usual relentless drive of typical zombie horror for a slow, almost stately buildup. Unfortunately, the pace is far too slow, especially since the reader knows exactly where the story is going early on. Even though none of the characters utter the word "zombie" (which is odd, considering), it seems likely from the start that at some point the seemingly harmless re-animated corpses will turn on the survivors in relentless waves. The fact that it takes so long to get to the good stuff only makes the plot drag more.

Standard zombie fare from Moody (Dog Blood, 2010), slowed down to a lifeless crawl.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780955005107
  • Publisher: INFECTED BOOKS
  • Publication date: 1/28/2005
  • Pages: 256
  • Product dimensions: 4.98 (w) x 8.03 (h) x 0.64 (d)

Meet the Author

David Moody is the author of Hater, Dog Blood, and Autumn: The City. He grew up in Birmingham, England, on a diet of horror movies and post-apocalyptic fiction. He started his career working at a bank, but then decided to write the kind of fiction he loved. His first novel, Straight to You, had what Moody calls “microscopic sales,” and so when he wrote Autumn, he decided to publish it online. The book became a sensation and has been downloaded by half a million readers. He started his own publishing company, Infected Books. He lives in Britain with his wife and a houseful of daughters, which may explain his preoccupation with Armageddon.

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Chapter One

Carl Henshawe was over three-quarters of the way home before he realized anything had happened.

The early morning sun was low on the horizon as he drove back from the Carter & Jameson factory just north of Billhampton. He’d been there since just after four, fixing an insignificant repair which had hardly warranted him being called out in the middle of the night. Simpson—the wily bastard who ran the night shift there—was too tight to pay for new machinery and too smart to have his own men fix the problem when he could call someone else out. He knew the maintenance contract inside out, better even than Carl’s employers. Never mind, he thought to himself as he tried to drink a cup of coffee with one hand, tune the radio with the other and still keep the van moving, being on twenty-four-hour call paid well, and Christ, did they need the money. He loved his family more than anything, but neither he nor Sarah had been prepared for the extra expense of having another mouth to feed. Gemma, their perfect little girl, was costing them a fortune.

Damn radio. Must be something wrong with it, he decided. One minute there was the usual music interspersed with inane chatter and drivel, the next just silence. Not even static. The final notes of the last song faded away and were replaced with nothing.

The sun flashed through the tops of the trees, blinding Carl intermittently. He knew he should slow down but he wanted to get home and see Gemma before Sarah took her to nursery. He shielded his eyes as he took a tight bend too fast, then slammed on his brakes as a small, mustard-yellow–colored car raced toward him, careening down the middle of the road. He swerved hard to the right to avoid an impact and braced himself as the van bumped up the verge at the side of the road. He watched in his rearview mirror as the other car continued forward, its speed undiminished, before clattering up the curb and thumping into the base of a wide oak tree.

Carl sat unmoving in his seat and gazed into the mirror, unable for a moment to fully comprehend what had just happened. The sudden silence was unbearable. Then, as the shock slowly began to fade and the reality of the situation sank in, he got out of the van and ran over to the crash. His mind was racing; his focus entirely self-concerned. It’ll be his word against mine, he anxiously thought. I wasn’t concentrating. If he sues and they find against me, I’ll probably lose my job. As it is I’ll have to explain why I . . .

Carl stood in the middle of the road and stared at the body of the car’s driver, slumped forward with his face smashed into the steering wheel. His legs heavy, he took another couple of nervous steps closer. The car had hit the tree at an incredible speed making, it seemed, no attempt to either slow down or swerve. Its bonnet had hit so hard it had virtually wrapped itself right around the trunk.

He opened the door and crouched down, face level with the driver. He knew immediately that the man was dead. His empty eyes stared at him, somehow seeming to blame Carl for what had just happened. Blood was pouring—not dripping—from a deep gash on the bridge of his nose and from his mouth, which hung open, pooling under the pedals in the foot-well. Suddenly nauseous, Carl leaned over the crumpled front of the car and emptied the contents of his stomach in the grass.

Got to do something. Phone for help.

He ran back to the van and grabbed his mobile from its holder on the dashboard. It’s easier knowing he’s dead, he tried to convince himself, feeling guilty for even daring think such thoughts. I can just tell the police that I was driving along and I found the car crashed into the tree. No one needs to know that I was here when it happened. No one needs to know that I probably caused it.

No one was picking up. He looked at the phone’s display and dialed 999. Strange. Plenty of battery power left and the signal strength was good. He cancelled the call and tried again. Then again. Then again. Then another number. Then the office. Then the number of the factory he’d just come from. Then his home number . . . Sarah’s mobile . . . his dad’s house . . . his best mate . . . nothing. No one answered.

Get a grip, he told himself, trying not to panic. There had been no other traffic on the road since the crash. If no one’s seen you here, his frightened and flawed logic dictated, then no one needs to know you were ever here at all. Before he could talk himself out of it, he got back into the van and started to drive. Maybe he’d call the police anonymously later, he decided, trying to appease his guilt. I don’t even need to tell them about the body. I’ll just tell them I’ve seen a crash at the side of the road.

A mile and a half farther down the road, Carl spotted another car. His conscience getting the better of him, he decided to change his plan and stop and tell the driver about what he’d seen. There’s safety in numbers, he thought. They could drive back to the scene of the crash, and then report it together. As he neared the car he saw that it had stopped, parked at an awkward angle across the dotted white line, straddling both lanes of the road. The door was wide open and the driver’s seat was empty. He pulled up alongside the car and saw that there were three people inside; a mother in the front and two children in the back. Their frozen faces were filled with agony and panic. Their skin was gray and he could see trickles of blood running down the chin of the boy nearest to him. He didn’t need to look any closer to know that they were dead. He found the lifeless body of the missing driver a few meters farther along the road, sprawled across the tarmac.

Carl slammed his foot down on the accelerator and raced away, his head spinning, hoping every time he turned a corner that he’d see someone alive who could help him, or at least explain what had happened. The farther he drove without seeing anyone, however, the more obvious it became that in the space of a few miles’ drive, everything had been changed forever.

The level of Carl’s panic and fear was such that he’d seen more than another fifty lifeless bodies—bodies which had all seemed to simply fall and die where they’d been standing—before it occurred to him that whatever had happened here had probably happened to his family too. He drove back home at a dangerous speed, swerving around the corpses in the streets, then parked the van outside his house and ran to the front door. With his hands trembling, he forced the key into the lock and shoved the door open. He shouted out for Sarah but there was no reply. The house was cold and silent. He slowly walked upstairs, almost too afraid to open the bedroom door, tormenting himself with unanswerable questions. If I’d driven faster, would I have been home in time to help? If I’d wasted less time with the corpses at the roadside, would I have been here for them when they needed me most?

His heart pounding and his legs weak, he went into the bedroom and found his wife and daughter lying dead together. Gemma’s head hung over the edge of the bed, her mouth open wide in the middle of a silent scream. There was blood on Sarah’s white nightdress and on the bedsheets and floor. His eyes stinging with tears, he begged them both to wake up; pleaded with them to respond; shook and screamed at them to move.

Carl couldn’t stand to leave, but he couldn’t bear to stay there either. He kissed Sarah and Gemma good-bye and covered them with a sheet before locking the door and walking away from his home. He spent hours stepping through the hundreds of bodies outside, too afraid even to shout for help.

Excerpted from Autumn by David Moody.

 

Copyright © 2010 by David Moody. Published in November 2010 by St. Martin’s Griffin. All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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First Chapter

Autumn


By David Moody

St. Martin's Griffin

Copyright © 2010 David Moody
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780312569983

Chapter One
Carl Henshawe was over three-quarters of the way home before he realized anything had happened.
The early morning sun was low on the horizon as he drove back from the Carter & Jameson factory just north of Billhampton. He’d been there since just after four, fixing an insignificant repair which had hardly warranted him being called out in the middle of the night. Simpson—the wily bastard who ran the night shift there—was too tight to pay for new machinery and too smart to have his own men fix the problem when he could call someone else out. He knew the maintenance contract inside out, better even than Carl’s employers. Never mind, he thought to himself as he tried to drink a cup of coffee with one hand, tune the radio with the other and still keep the van moving, being on twenty-four-hour call paid well, and Christ, did they need the money. He loved his family more than anything, but neither he nor Sarah had been prepared for the extra expense of having another mouth to feed. Gemma, their perfect little girl, was costing them a fortune.
Damn radio. Must be something wrong with it, he decided. One minute there was the usual music interspersed with inane chatter and drivel, the next just silence. Not even static. The final notes of the last song faded away and were replaced with nothing.
The sun flashed through the tops of the trees, blinding Carl intermittently. He knew he should slow down but he wanted to get home and see Gemma before Sarah took her to nursery. He shielded his eyes as he took a tight bend too fast, then slammed on his brakes as a small, mustard-yellow–colored car raced toward him, careening down the middle of the road. He swerved hard to the right to avoid an impact and braced himself as the van bumped up the verge at the side of the road. He watched in his rearview mirror as the other car continued forward, its speed undiminished, before clattering up the curb and thumping into the base of a wide oak tree.
Carl sat unmoving in his seat and gazed into the mirror, unable for a moment to fully comprehend what had just happened. The sudden silence was unbearable. Then, as the shock slowly began to fade and the reality of the situation sank in, he got out of the van and ran over to the crash. His mind was racing; his focus entirely self-concerned. It’ll be his word against mine, he anxiously thought. I wasn’t concentrating. If he sues and they find against me, I’ll probably lose my job. As it is I’ll have to explain why I . . .
Carl stood in the middle of the road and stared at the body of the car’s driver, slumped forward with his face smashed into the steering wheel. His legs heavy, he took another couple of nervous steps closer. The car had hit the tree at an incredible speed making, it seemed, no attempt to either slow down or swerve. Its bonnet had hit so hard it had virtually wrapped itself right around the trunk.
He opened the door and crouched down, face level with the driver. He knew immediately that the man was dead. His empty eyes stared at him, somehow seeming to blame Carl for what had just happened. Blood was pouring—not dripping—from a deep gash on the bridge of his nose and from his mouth, which hung open, pooling under the pedals in the foot-well. Suddenly nauseous, Carl leaned over the crumpled front of the car and emptied the contents of his stomach in the grass.
Got to do something. Phone for help.
He ran back to the van and grabbed his mobile from its holder on the dashboard. It’s easier knowing he’s dead, he tried to convince himself, feeling guilty for even daring think such thoughts. I can just tell the police that I was driving along and I found the car crashed into the tree. No one needs to know that I was here when it happened. No one needs to know that I probably caused it.
No one was picking up. He looked at the phone’s display and dialed 999. Strange. Plenty of battery power left and the signal strength was good. He cancelled the call and tried again. Then again. Then again. Then another number. Then the office. Then the number of the factory he’d just come from. Then his home number . . . Sarah’s mobile . . . his dad’s house . . . his best mate . . . nothing. No one answered.
Get a grip, he told himself, trying not to panic. There had been no other traffic on the road since the crash. If no one’s seen you here, his frightened and flawed logic dictated, then no one needs to know you were ever here at all. Before he could talk himself out of it, he got back into the van and started to drive. Maybe he’d call the police anonymously later, he decided, trying to appease his guilt. I don’t even need to tell them about the body. I’ll just tell them I’ve seen a crash at the side of the road.
A mile and a half farther down the road, Carl spotted another car. His conscience getting the better of him, he decided to change his plan and stop and tell the driver about what he’d seen. There’s safety in numbers, he thought. They could drive back to the scene of the crash, and then report it together. As he neared the car he saw that it had stopped, parked at an awkward angle across the dotted white line, straddling both lanes of the road. The door was wide open and the driver’s seat was empty. He pulled up alongside the car and saw that there were three people inside; a mother in the front and two children in the back. Their frozen faces were filled with agony and panic. Their skin was gray and he could see trickles of blood running down the chin of the boy nearest to him. He didn’t need to look any closer to know that they were dead. He found the lifeless body of the missing driver a few meters farther along the road, sprawled across the tarmac.
Carl slammed his foot down on the accelerator and raced away, his head spinning, hoping every time he turned a corner that he’d see someone alive who could help him, or at least explain what had happened. The farther he drove without seeing anyone, however, the more obvious it became that in the space of a few miles’ drive, everything had been changed forever.
The level of Carl’s panic and fear was such that he’d seen more than another fifty lifeless bodies—bodies which had all seemed to simply fall and die where they’d been standing—before it occurred to him that whatever had happened here had probably happened to his family too. He drove back home at a dangerous speed, swerving around the corpses in the streets, then parked the van outside his house and ran to the front door. With his hands trembling, he forced the key into the lock and shoved the door open. He shouted out for Sarah but there was no reply. The house was cold and silent. He slowly walked upstairs, almost too afraid to open the bedroom door, tormenting himself with unanswerable questions. If I’d driven faster, would I have been home in time to help? If I’d wasted less time with the corpses at the roadside, would I have been here for them when they needed me most?
His heart pounding and his legs weak, he went into the bedroom and found his wife and daughter lying dead together. Gemma’s head hung over the edge of the bed, her mouth open wide in the middle of a silent scream. There was blood on Sarah’s white nightdress and on the bedsheets and floor. His eyes stinging with tears, he begged them both to wake up; pleaded with them to respond; shook and screamed at them to move.
Carl couldn’t stand to leave, but he couldn’t bear to stay there either. He kissed Sarah and Gemma good-bye and covered them with a sheet before locking the door and walking away from his home. He spent hours stepping through the hundreds of bodies outside, too afraid even to shout for help.
Excerpted from Autumn by David Moody.  Copyright © 2010 by David Moody. Published in November 2010 by St. Martin’s Griffin. All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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  • Posted June 2, 2011

    Good Story!

    I enjoy zombie novels and I found this one interesting. Plot was good and I liked to see that for once there was the military involved so the plot is based around basically the lives of three main characters, each with their own internal struggles and this is the story of how they deal with the basic end of human civilization. I also liked how the zombies actually evolve and it is interesting in how the three deal with the new threat.

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2007

    slightly disappointing

    i thought that autumn was a british spin-off version of night of the living dead, it was very tedious in the first 3/4 of the book, i waited and waited for something sudden and suspenceful to happen but it never did, there just wasnt enough action you would expect from a zobie novel, i thought it was simply a waste of money and time, sorry but it's the truth, it was not a book for true zombie lovers.

    6 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2006

    Amateurish

    'Autumn' features a promising horror premise -- a combination of a rapid, lethal plague and the appearance of menacing, undead corpses. In other words, nothing original. The prose is clumsy and amateurish (self-conscious alliteration, awkward syntax, pointless shifts from third- to first-person and back, and just too many adverbs). Having established a milieu and characters, the author doesn't know what to do with them (judging from the aimless, repetitive plotting). The word 'zombie' never appears in the novel, but there's no denying that the work is about 90% derivative of the films of George Romero. I have, frankly, seen better-written fanfiction. We can only hope that David Moody's skills improve in the later books.

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 25, 2012

    Not worth it.

    This book is OK, don't get me wrong. But the entire time I was reading this book, I kept going through moments of " why am I still reading this?"
    The entire plot, or general lack there of, was pretty much set up like this.

    We have to move on- no we have to stay- no we have to leave this place we just moved to- no we need to stay here even though its not safe- maybe its time we move on now- nah, the zomibes know we are here lets just stay.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 1, 2011

    Highly Recommended for those who want a different zombie experience

    I, myself, am a big fan of zombie novels, movies, games, et cetera.

    This one is definitely one of my favorites. Autumn takes you on a short campaign for survival with three characters, Michael, Emma, and Carl. They each have different personalities but all of them have one thing in common; they must survive.

    After a bout with some other survivors the three head off to find solitude and safety away from the cities.

    The difference in this zombie novel and other zombie stuff is how the zombies work. When they first come back alive, they're mobile and stupid. However, as time progresses, the zombies start becoming smarter and begin to disintegrate. The novel never says "zombies," but it's pretty obvious what they are.

    Someone said that there wasn't enough "action" for a zombie novel but I feel that it was a great change from the usual. Most zombie fiction is JAM PACKED with action and shooting and all that. However, this book offers a more logical, and to me, a more real story of what would happen in the event of a zombie apocalypse.

    No one would be handy dandy with chainsaws or masters with a gun after never holding one before and certainly no one would know what to do right away. The book, in a sense, is much more REAL.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 24, 2010

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    Good Book!

    This is the first book in a series about surviving in a zombie-filled world. I finished it in 6 hours - easy, fast read, with a different perspective. I recommend it to anyone that likes zombies or apocolyptic type stories. I can't wait to get the 2nd book!

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 10, 2012

    pretty lame

    What ever happened to character development and plot. There was very little interesting about this book. [Spoiler] It really was nothing more than People die, dead people rise, live people run and hide... sorry I spoiled the book for you.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 27, 2011

    Zombieeeeeeee!

    Great book....unputdownable (lol) This book had me in suspense the whole time while reading. It is hard for a book to completely captivate me yet David Moody continues to do so. I highly recommend this book and without yet reading the rest of the series I just know the other Autumn books are just as good (just started Autumn: the city) and recommend them. Hater Trilogy as well...so far David Moody fails to disappoint!!!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 19, 2011

    A GREAT READ EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE ZOMBIES!

    Love David Moody's Hater triology and just as happy with this trilogy. Always wondered why people can't get away from a slow moving zombie in the movies - well this book gives you an idea of what you are up against. You will not be disappointed.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 8, 2011

    EXCELLENT READ!!

    Mr. Moody has done it again. He has managed to captivate us with his uncanny insight into the human mind and heart. Autumn The City, much like its predecessor, Autumn, is more a story of human behavior than zombie carnage. When all is stripped from the world as we know it, how will we react? Will we lay down and wait to die or fight ruthlessly to live another day? This is a pulse pounding page turner that will leave you angry that the next installment is not immediatley available for download!!! The characters you follow in this story are average, everyday people living in the most catastrophic situation imaginable. You empathize with their plight and root for their survival. Start with Autumn, continue with Autumn The City and wait with bated breath for AUTUMN: PURIFICATION. Bring it on, David, I am beyond ready!!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 18, 2010

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    This is an enjoyable cerebral zombie thriller

    In less than twenty-four hours, billions are dead. The virus killed so fast that on one block a William Price was first to go and within five minutes his entire street had become a cemetery. Less than 1% of mankind survived the first wave. Those who do are in shock as they say good-bye to loved ones and in Britain they soon realize when no one responds to 999 or anything on the radio that civilization as they know it is over.

    Factory mechanic Carl Henshawe cannot believe his beloved wife and their little girl is dead. Computer company executive Michael Collins gives lecture to a class of teens ignoring him when he horrifically watches them die. Fighting a cold medical student Emma Mitchell skips class and goes to the nearby shop to buy food only to see the owner and other patrons die. The few survivors find one another at a dilapidated community center waiting for first responders who never come. Instead as supplies dwindle, the dead begin to reanimate. The noise of the living disturbs the undead and even loved ones are coming to silence those who have not changed; the only thing that stops them is their rotting flesh.

    This is an enjoyable cerebral zombie thriller in which David Moody looks deep into the souls of those who survived the virus; for instance others like Phillip struggle to move on pass a deceased loved one. Slowly the few humans find civilization stripped bare until the only thing left is whether it is worth the fight to stay alive. Though the story line is at times deliberately slow as Michael, Carl and Emma rotate internal pensive musings, readers who relish a different bite on zombies will appreciate the grim moody atmosphere of Autumn.

    Harriet Klausner

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2012

    Eh...

    I'll give this book three stars only because I like this genre and because I found the plot unique and interesting. With that said, I found it hard to finish because of the characters and their (non)development and also because the author didn't describe things in detail. Example: One of the main char's lost his daughter and wife and was in turn devestated t/out the whole book. Understandable. Where the problem arises is that the author never made us feel or see WHY he was devestated. It got to the point where i was annoyed when it was brought up! The author should have included accounts of what made those people special to the character and made us feel sad that he had lost them.
    Overall, a great idea for a zombie book, especially w how he gave the usual zombie stories a twist, but definitely could have been better executed and certainly not worth 10 bucks.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2012

    So poorly written...

    I give this 2 stars because I find the genre interesting and because people untroubled by poor writing may be fine with it.

    I, howver, cannot handle reading material when it is: empty of descriptive narrative, full of contradictory statements (from one paragraph to the next the author states things in complete opposition to what he just wrote), and completeky oblivious to the basic premise that when an author brings things up in the narrative, they can't just be constantly dropped/igmored/never mentioned again.

    The characters are as empty, if not more so, than the walking dead around them.

    I kept reading, but finally had to stop around 150 pages because I just couldn't take it anymore - I try really hard to finish a book, even when bad, but it began to feel like masochism.

    I respect anybody that can complete the work of writing a book(s), honestly, but I wish to warn readers who find style to be an important asppect of their reading enjoyment that this material is awful.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2012

    poorly written

    no character development or plot.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 29, 2011

    Simplistic and full of errors, but a fun read.

    Not as good as the other series by Moody, but a fun read nonetheless. The entire series could use a proofreader for the e-books.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2010

    cerebral thriller

    Great book for the more cerebral zombie lover, but judging by the previous reviews, it's not for everyone. My guess is that those who simply crave the blood, guts and gore won't like it. If you like survivalist, post-apocalyptic story lines, then this is for you. it doesn't bash you over the head with the horror, it creeps it slowly but thoroughly.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2013

    Autumn series

    I read this book in just one day. I enjoyed it so much, I read the entire series. For anyone who enjoys the many interpretations of a zombie apocalypse this series is a must read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 12, 2012

    Great Read for Dystopian Fans

    Loved the entire Autumn series. I just finished the 5th and final book. I think Autumn the City is second only to, Autumn Purification. The final book was a bit of a "bummer"; but I suppose not everybook has a happy ending. Read this series and the Hater Trilogy, you'll be glad you did!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2012

    Read this series folks

    I'm biased, as I really love all of David Moody's books. I am currently on book (4) of this series; & though (4) is not ast great as (1,2, &3), I can tell it's headed somewhere quickly. I definitely recommend the Autumn series. Don't be angry that he never uses the word "zombie", as this makes the books that more believable. Autumn: Purification is AMAZING, so hurr up and read the first (2) books so you can get to the third. If you like Moody's writing style, I suggest you read the Hater Trilogy - PHENOMENAL! Happy dystopic reading to you all ;0)

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2012

    Boring.

    Character development was seriously lacking. So much so that none of them stuck with me. If i put the book down for too long, i would have to flip back to find out who was who. I didn't care a bit if they all died.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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