Dead of Night: A Zombie Novelby Jonathan Maberry
A prison doctor injects a condemned serial killer with a formula designed to keep his consciousness awake while his body rots in the grave. But all drugs have unforeseen side-effects. Before he could be buried, the killer wakes up. Hungry. Infected. Contagious. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang…but a bite.See more details below
A prison doctor injects a condemned serial killer with a formula designed to keep his consciousness awake while his body rots in the grave. But all drugs have unforeseen side-effects. Before he could be buried, the killer wakes up. Hungry. Infected. Contagious. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang…but a bite.
This has to be one of the best traditional zombie tales I've ever read... This is a zombie book for the ages.
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Dead of Night
A Zombie Novel
By Jonathan Maberry
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2011 Jonathan Maberry
All rights reserved.
This is how the world ends.CHAPTER 2
HARTNUP'S TRANSITION ESTATE STEBBINS COUNTY, PENNSYLVANIA
He was sure that he was dying. It was how he imagined death would be.
Darkness flowed slowly into the edges of everything. As if the shadows under tables and behind cabinets were leaking out to fill the room. Soft. Not painful.
That part was odd. In his dreams—and Lee Hartnup often dreamed of death—there was pain. Broken bones. Bullet wounds. Deep knife cuts.
But this ... this wasn't painful.
Not anymore. Not after that first bite.
There had been that one flash of pain, but even that was beautiful in its way. So intensely painful that it possessed purity. It was beyond anything in his personal experience, though Hartnup had imagined it so many times. With the quiet people with whom he worked. The hollow people, empty of life.
The police and the paramedics brought him demonstrations of every kind of pain. Brutalized and beaten. Crushed in car wrecks. Suicides and murders. Even the old people from the nursing homes, the ones everyone believed died peacefully in their sleep. Hartnup knew that they had experienced pain, too. For some it was the rat-hungry gnawing of cancer; for others it was the mind pain that came with having memories carved out of their brains by the ugly scalpel of Alzheimer's. Pain for all. Pain was the coin that paid the ferryman.
Even now Hartnup smiled at that thought. It was something his father once said, back in the days when Lee Hartnup was the assistant and his father was the funeral director and mortician. Old John Hartnup had been a poetic man. Humorless but given to metaphor and simile. It was he who had started calling the bodies in their cold room the "hollow men." Well, hollow people, to be PC. People from whom the sacred wind of life had fled through whatever crack the pain had chipped into them.
And now Hartnup felt his own sacred wind trying to blow free. The wind—the breath—was the only heat left in him. A small ball of dying air in his lungs that had nowhere to go. There wasn't enough left of his throat for Hartnup to exhale that breath. There would be no death rattle, which amused the professional in him. He knew that some other mortician would hear it when preparing his body.
Of course, it would not be a mortician right away. First it would be a coroner. He had, after all, been murdered.
If you could call it murder.
Hartnup watched the liquid darkness fill up the room.
Was it murder?
The man ... his killer ... could never be charged with murder.
If so ... how?
It was a puzzle.
Hartnup wanted to cry out for warmth, but of course he could not do that. Not with what was left of his throat.
It was a shame. He was sure that he could manage at least one really good scream. Like the ones in his dreams. Most of his dreams ended in a scream. That's what usually woke him up in the night. It's what finally drove his wife into leaving him. She could take the fact that he worked with the dead all day, and she was sympathetic to the fact that his work gave him nightmares. But after eight years she couldn't take the interruptions to her sleep two or three times a week. First it was earplugs, then separate rooms, and finally separate lives.
He wondered what she would think about this.
Not just his death, but his murder.
He heard a noise and wanted to turn his head. Could not.
The muscles of his neck were torn. Teeth and nails. He couldn't feel the wounds anymore. Even the coldness was fading. His body was a remote island, separated from his mind by a million miles.
The noise again. A clatter of metal, then the singsong of tools dropping to the tiled floor. Retractors and needles and other items. Things that he wouldn't need any longer.
Things that would be used on him in a few days.
He wondered who would prepare his body for the box? Probably that schmuck Lester Sevoy over in Bordentown.
Another crash. Then a sound. Like footsteps, but wrong somehow. Awkward.
Disjointed. Like a drunk trying to stagger slowly across a barroom floor.
Lee Hartnup knew that it wasn't a drunk, though.
He didn't have a name for what it was.
Well ... that was not exactly true.
It was a hollow man.
The room was darker now. Shadows were closing around him like a body bag being zipped up with him inside.
A simile. Dad would have liked that one.
Hartnup felt his body shivering. He felt the vibration of it but not the actual sensation. It was hard to understand. He knew that his flesh was trembling because his vision was shaking, but he felt no puckering of goose bumps on his flesh, no actual intensification of cold as his skin tried to retreat from it. And yet the vibration was there. The shaking.
He wondered at it. It was so violent that for a moment he thought that his body was going into convulsions. But that would have affected his eyesight, and he could still see as normally as the darkness allowed.
His head lolled on his ruined throat and he marveled that there was enough structural integrity left in his neck muscles to move his head so violently.
Then all at once Lee Hartnup realized what was happening.
It wasn't a wave of cold shivers. The cold, in fact, was nearly gone. It seemed to flee as the darkness grew. It wasn't convulsions either. The movement was not caused by any muscular action or nervous flutter anywhere in his body. This was purely external.
He was being shaken.
No ... "worried" was the word. The way a terrier worries a rat.
That's what was happening.
And yet not ... This wasn't a hunting dog trying to break the neck of a rodent. No ... This was something else. Even down there in the darkness, Hartnup realized how wrong it all was. He could not feel the teeth that clamped onto him. He was beyond the sensation of pressure or pain. All that was left to him was the savage movement of his body, and the uncontrollable lolling of his head as the hollow man bit at him and tore him to pieces.
The cold was gone now. The darkness closed over him, shutting out all light. Even the trembling vision faded into nothingness. Hartnup could feel himself die.
He knew that he was dead.
And that terrified him more than anything. More than the man on the gurney. More than when that man had opened his eyes. More than that first terrible bite. More than the cold and the darkness. More than the knowledge that he was being eaten.
He knew that he was dead.
How could he be dead ... and know? He should be a corpse. Just that.
Empty of life, devoid of all awareness and sensation.
This was something he had never imagined, never dreamed. The wrongness of it howled in his head.
He waited in the darkness for the nothingness to come. It would be a release.
He screamed in a voiceless voice.
But he did not become a corpse.
He became a hollow man instead.CHAPTER 3
MAGIC MARTI IN THE MORNING WNOW RADIO, MARYLAND
"This is Magic Marti at the mike on a crisp, clear November morning. Coming at you live from both sides of the line, here on WNOW and streaming live from the Net. Your source for news, sports, weather, traffic, and tunes. The news is coming up at half past the hour, so let's take a look out the window and see what Mother Nature's cooking up ... and darn if she isn't cranky today. Looks like we can wave good-bye to the sunshine, because there's a whopper of a storm front rolling in from Ohio. It parked itself over Pittsburgh last night and the Three Rivers got pounded by two inches of rain. Ah ... getting pounded by two inches makes me think of my first husband."
Sound of a rim shot and cymbal.
"This is a slow-moving storm, so we can expect to see the first drops later today. This storm is clocking sustained winds of thirty miles per hour with gusts up to fifty. Button up, kids, this is going to be a bad one."CHAPTER 4
SWEET PARADISE TRAILER PARK STEBBINS COUNTY, PENNSYLVANIA
Some days have that "it's only going to get worse" feel, right from the moment you swing your feet out of bed and step flat-footed into a pile of cold vomit. Even then, feeling the viscous wrongness of that, you know that the day can get worse.
Desdemona Fox knew that it was going to be that kind of day. She was an expert on them, and this one promised to be a classic.
The vomit belonged to the long-haired, lean-bodied, totally gorgeous piece of brainless trailer trash who lay sprawled on the floor with one tanned leg hooked over the edge of the bed. Dez sat up and stared down at him. By dawn's early and unforgiving light he still looked ripped and hunky; but the stubble, the puke, and the used condom stuck to his left thigh let the air out of last night's image of him as Eros, god of love. The only upside was that he'd thrown up on his own discarded jeans instead of the carpet.
"Fuck it," she said and it came out as a hoarse croak. She coughed, cleared her throat, and tried it again. It was louder the second time, a bit less phlegmy, but it carried no enthusiasm or authority.
Dez picked up her foot, fighting the urge to toss her own cookies, and looked around for something that wasn't hers that she could wipe it on. There was nothing within reach, so she wiped it on Love God's hip.
Sounded better that time.
She got up and walked on one foot and one heel to keep any residual gunk off the carpet. She rented the double-wide and didn't feel like losing her security deposit to that prick Rempel over a stained carpet. She made it to the bathroom, turned on the shower, set the temperature to something that would boil a pot full of stone crabs, and stripped off the T-shirt that she'd slept in. It was vintage Pearl Jam that had seen better decades. Dez took a breath and held it while she stepped under the spray, but her balance was blown and she barked her shin on the edge of the stall.
She was cursing while she stood under the steaming blast and kept cursing while she lathered her hair with shampoo. She was still cursing when the hot water ran out.
She cursed a lot louder and with real bile as she danced under the icy spray trying to rinse her hair. Rempel had sworn to her—sworn on his own children—that he had fixed that water tank. Dez hated him most days, but today she was pretty sure that she could put a bullet into his brainpan without a flicker of regret.
As she toweled off, Dez tried to remember the name of the beefcake sprawled on her floor.
Billy? Bart? Brad?
Something with a B.
Not Brad, though. Brad was the guitar player she'd nailed last week. Played with a cover band. Retro stuff. Green Day and Nirvana. Lousy band. Guitar player had a face like Channing Tatum and a body like—
The phone rang. Not the house phone. Her cell.
"Damn it," she growled and wrapped the towel around her as she ran back to the bedroom. What'shisname—Burt? Brian? She was sure it started with a B—had rolled onto his side and his right cheek was in the puke. Charming. Her whole life in a single memorable picture.
Dez dove onto the bed but mistimed her momentum so that her outstretched hand hit the phone instead of grabbing it, and the cell, the clock, her badge case, and her holstered Glock fell off of the night table onto the far side of the bed.
She hung over the bed and fished for the cell underneath, then punched the button with her thumbnail.
"What?" she snarled.
"And good morning to you, Miss Sunshine."
Sergeant JT Hammond. He was her partner on the eight-to-four, her longtime friend, and a frequent addition to the list of people she was sure that right now she could shoot while laughing about it. Though, admittedly, she would feel bad about it afterward. JT was the closest thing to family she had, and the only one she didn't seem able to scare off.
"Fuck you," she said, but without venom.
"Rough night, Dez?"
"And the horse you rode in on."
JT chuckled softly.
"Why the hell are you calling me so goddamn early?" grumbled Dez.
"Two reasons," he said brightly. "Work and—"
"We're not on until eight o'clock."
"—and it's not as early as you think. My watch says that it's eight-ohtwo."
"Oh ... shitballs."
"We didn't set out clock last night, did we? Little much to dri—"
Dez hung up.
She lay there, hanging over the edge of the bed, her ass in the air, her weight resting on one elbow.
"Oh, man!" said a slurry voice behind her. "Now that's something to wake up to."
Dez didn't move, didn't turn around.
"Here's the morning news, dickhead," she said very loudly and clearly. "You're going to grab your shit and be out of here in ten seconds, or I'm going to kick your nuts up between your shoulder blades."
"Damn ... you wake up on the wrong side of—"
"Ten. Three. Two ..."
There was a scuffling sound as Brandon or Blake or whoever the hell he was snatched up his stuff. Then the screen door opened and banged shut. An engine roared and the wheels of a Harley kicked gravel against the aluminum skin of the trailer.
Dez shimmied back onto the bed, turned over, and sat up. The room took a seasick sideways turn and then settled down. She looked around at her bedroom. Stark, cheerless, undecorated, and sparsely furnished. So much of it reminded her of herself.
She closed her eyes. Insights like that she didn't need on her best days. Today it was just mean.
She opened her eyes, took a breath, and stood up.
Love God had left a trail of puke droplets all the way to the front door, and she didn't have time to clean them off the carpet. Rempel would be delighted—he hated returning a security deposit.
"Fuck it," Dez said to the empty room. Her eyes stung with unshed tears. She got dressed in her last clean uniform, twisted her blond hair into an ugly approximation of a French braid, and buckled on the gun belt with all the junk and doodads required by the regs. She grabbed her hat and keys, locked the trailer, and stepped into the driveway.
The parking slip was empty.
She screamed "Shit!" loud enough to scare the crows from the trees.
Buck or Biff or whoever had driven her home from the bar. Her car was four miles down a dirt road and she was already late for work.
Some days only got worse.CHAPTER 5
PINKY'S DONUT HEAVEN STEBBINS COUNTY, PENNSYLVANIA
Sergeant JT Hammond's first name was really JT. His father's idea. JT had a sister named CJ and a younger brother named DJ. Their father thought it was hilarious. JT had not sent him a Father's Day card in eleven years.
JT sat in his cruiser and waited for Dez to come out of Pinky's with coffee. After he'd picked her up at her place and dropped her so she could retrieve her car, they arranged to meet at the gas station convenience store on Doll Factory Road to have some coffee and go over the patrol patterns for the day. Stebbins was a small town, but they shared patrol duties with the three other towns that made up all of Stebbins County. The county was the size of Manhattan but 95 percent of it was farmland, with only seven thousand residents. JT preferred to start each shift with a "game plan" for patrol, backup, and tasks. That way, if all that went on the duty log was parking tickets, a couple of DUIs, and accident reports, then at least all the i's would be dotted and t's crossed.
However, today was likely to be the kind of day when attention to detail was going to matter. If the storm was anything like the weather service was predicting, then all of the officers would be working well into the night, shepherding people to shelters, closing the schools early, coordinating with fire-rescue and other emergency services to pull people out of flooded areas, and who knew what else.
Their cruisers were parked in a V, front bumpers almost touching. JT's unit was a seven-year-old Police Interceptor with 220,000 miles on the original engine. The vehicle was spotless, however, and was the only car in the department's fleet of six that did not smell of stale beer, dried blood, and fresh urine. JT was fastidious about that. He had to be in the thing eight hours a day and sometimes double that, and tidiness mattered to him. His house was just as clean and had been ever since Lakisha had died. JT's kids were grown and gone—LaVonda was saving the world with Doctors Without Borders and Trey was a state trooper over in Ohio. Living neatly was the only way that living alone was bearable.
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am a huge Maberry fan & haved loved everything I've read by him so far. Dead of Night does not dissapoint. Zombie lovers will be very pleased with this one. Dead of Night is a slightly different take on the Zombie creation. This time a doctor hoping to dish out the ultimate punishment to a sadistic serial killer is on the hook for causing this Zombie Apocolypse. These kinds of "scientist playing God" stories really scare me as I find them unbelievable but plausible that some stupid doctor or lab geek could one day come up with something to screw up the world. I also really enjoyed that at least at this point this is set to be a stand-alone novel instead of a series. Another great horror novel by Maberry that was everything I expected.
I listened to this story as an AudioBook, narrated by William Dufris. Do not even think of opening this book if you are even the slightest bit squeamish. There is brain eating, rotting bodies, skin crawling, and worm-eating flesh. It will affect everyone men, women, and children, with equal gruesomeness. This book tells a story of one man's journey to revenge leading to biological experimentation gone bad and gives you a glimpse of what would happen if an unknown disease were to strike in some small town USA. Actually I think the experimental drug worked as it was designed to do, but not the way the good doctor had planned. This story had pulse pounding action to the very last word! I am going to have to add Jonathan Maberry to my favorite authors list because I just love his style. I absolutely loved the ending! The Narration Review William Dufris narrated this book. He has great character voices and you can always tell the difference in the characters when they speak. He put a lot of effort into making the emotions come to life. When he starts to describe some of the gruesome scenes you get the feeling he is actually looking at it and can hear the disgust building in his voice. ** Note ** I received this audiobook as a Random Act of Kindness (RAK) from Darlene over at Darlene's Book Nook. If you haven't heard about RAKs for books, then feel free to click on the link up on my Alaskan Bookie Blog and visit the Book Soulmates website. It is an awesome way to share the love of reading!
Dead of Night was a new look at a zombie apocalypse. Maberry brings a realistic explanation of how zombies could be created by parasites. The military creating a bio-weapon that gets into the wrong hands, infecting a serial killer and then a small town & how the government would react to such a thing happening. The characters are well developed. As you read, you truly form an attachment to each one. You feel their despair as they are forced to kill people with faces they recognize, as they fight for their lives and not just against the zombies. You are even given a view of what it would be like to be turned into a zombie. For zombie purists, nothing was changed. They still lumber along, moaning, and the only way to kill them is to shoot them in the head. Only one slight change, they can spit black mucus infested with the parasites that can turn you. So not only must the people try not to get bit but they have to avoid getting blood or spit on them as well. Amidst the horror & reality of a zombie plague taking over, there is human emotion that will pull at your heart. The closer I got to the end, the faster I read, wanting to know what will come of the characters I grew to like so much. One of the best zombie books I have read!
Great read, fast and keeps you interested! The ending leaves you to believe there may be a sequal. Hopefully there is, I would like to find out what happens to some of the surviving characters.
I believe this may be the best zombie book I have ever read. The characters are very believable. Jonathan Maberry created a novel that I will have to re-read again and again. I just hope the writes a sequel soon.
A good entertaining book. Fast paced and lots of action. Similar in style to other books of his, only with a zombie theme.
Award winning bestselling novelist, Jonathan Maberry, pulls out all the stops in this gut-wrenching, intensely brutal, and very plausible horror novel about a virus unwittingly released into a small town in rural Pennsylvania. And the source of the deadly virus is a serial killer recently put to death, but the truth of it is even more horrifying. Town police officers, Dez Fox and JT Hammond, are caught up in a horrible slaughter at the town mortuary, where the unthinkable has happened, and continues to happen, and the body count rises, along with the dead. Aided by journalist and former boyfriend, Billy Trout, Dez attempts to find answers and survive the growing horror, even while the military surrounds the town of Stebbins, not just to keep the hungry infected from getting out...but to ensure no one in Stebbins survives! Arguably, one the best zombie horror novels written, with a sequel, Fall of Night, forthcoming. Definite must read!
Unlike typical Zombie Books by OBS Staff member Rose Dead of Night, by New York Times bestselling and multiple Bram Stoker Award-winning author Jonathan Maberry, is a rock solid zombie thriller that will change the way you view stories about the walking undead. The first chapter, which is all of six words long…“This is how the world ends.”…is poignantly simplistic. What follows next is anything but. Maberry, in his typical nail-biting ferocity, weaves an intricate tale of human suffering, anxiety, death, medical monstrosities and all out warfare, from a simple bite from a dead death row inmate, Homer Gibbons, who is set to be buried in the ground in a small town in Stebbins County, Pennsylvania. The first to be bitten is Doc Hartnup, a mortician at the local funeral home, and what makes his new acquired state different than your “normal” zombie is that he realizes he is mercilessly trapped in his own body and is aware of EVERYTHING. Maberry states he gave Harnup this voice to become a point-of-view character that allows us to see into the heart of the tragedy. Unlike the typical zombie fare that we are used to, Dead of Night deals with many other issues besides the looming threat of all the characters becoming something as simple as a McZombie meal. There is deadly mutating worm-like virus coursing through the blood of a fully functioning undead a death row inmate on the loose, whose only desire is to infect others, and it’s clear a full-blown epidemic has descended upon this rural Pennsylvania town. Having to deal with this newfound horror in Stebbins County is a plethora of interesting characters such as Desdemona Fox, a tough as nails cop, with a military background, who is described as “Genghis Khan with ample boobs”. She lands herself in the hot seat as a murder suspect when no one believes her story about what is happening in town. Billy Trout, Dez’s on-again, off-again boyfriend, whose nose for news leads him to track down the story behind Homer Gibbons and Doctor Herman Voker, the German scientist, the man behind the unspeakable cocktail of death bestowed upon Gibbons. What makes this novel special is if you replaced Maberry’s “zombies” with any other foreign entity the story works. Why? Because it is about the human condition when dealing with outside forces that are beyond our control. It is how people treat each other, try to save one another, or use each other for self-preservation. This is not to say horror fans will be disappointed. Au contraire, Dead of Night is the best type of zombie novel, for not only is it filled with suspense and horrific concoctions of death, it begs many questions such as …How do you describe what you see to others who doubt you? How do you contain the spread of disease? How do you stay alive? Whom can you trust? What is right and just and what is merciful? It is impossible to walk away from this book and not have felt something for every scenario and character presented to us. Take stories such as George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead, to which Maberry dedicated the novel; mix it with the film Contagion, 28 Days Later and the series The Walking Dead and you have an idea of what to expect from Dead of Night..... Full review and more at openbooksociety dot com
The story starts at Hartnup’s Transition Estate, the local funeral home. The body of recently executed murderer Homer Gibbons has just arrived. A last minute change of plans has Homer coming to his aunt instead of the usual prison grave. But Homer is not really dead, and he is very hungry. Dez, Desdemona Fox, and her partner JT Hammond are called out to check out the funeral home. When they get there, they find the mortician and the housekeeper chewed on and dead and an empty body bag. When backup arrives, that’s when everything goes bonkers when the mortician and housekeeper start snacking on the local police. At the same time, reporter Billy Trout has hear about the mysterious aunt that wants Homer Gibbons buried with family. There he stumbles upon Dr. Herman Volker. He used to experiment on people during the war. He was sent to the states, under supervision, to keep versions of those experiments going. When he stumbled upon Homer Gibbons crimes, he felt he must act. He injects Homer with Lucifer 113, a concoction that will keep him alive as he rots in his grave at the prison. Unfortunately, with Homer being moved elsewhere, Lucifer 113 has broke out. Now Dez, JT, and Trout are trying their best to stop the spread of Lucifer 113. But when the government steps up, help is the furthest thing going to be offered. I loved this story. It has elements of possibilities that could come true. There is a great concept for the zombies and I loved the interaction with the government. If you are a zombie lover, you will want to read this book. I’m sad to admit that it was the first Jonathan Maberry story but I’m sure to hunt down his other books and catch up.
I really enjoyed this book. I thought the characters and their back stories were very cliche but the main story line was creative and incredibly suspenseful. The ending was pretty heartbreaking but that's what made it so good and it ended in a way that it would be possible to come out with a sequel. I don't think it needs one though. Definitely a good read for anyone who loves suspense, zombies, and gore!
Dead of Night is pretty much exactly what I expected ¿ instant action, great characters, government conspiracy and zombies by the truck-load. I was instantly drawn in, for the reasons above, but also due to the inclusion of a serial killer which added a chilling twist, and the relationship between the characters of Dez, JT and Billy. The science behind the infection is well laid out and easy to understand whilst being an integral part of the story. There is a military/government influence in the book, but it is an important part of the story and doesn¿t become overwhelming if it isn¿t really your thing. Dez is a great character, with baggage, attitude and brains, which makes her a little hard to like to begin with but as the book progresses more of her past is revealed and gives insight into the way she behaves and the choices she makes. Her interaction with the other major and minor characters is believable and the dialogue is well-written. Dead of Night is a full on zombie book ¿ there¿s no holding back on the descriptions of zombie attacks, and the atmosphere is truly dark and terrifying. This is a book for zombie lovers, action lovers, horror lovers and a fantastic introduction to the genre for new readers. I loved it!
Maberry goes with the mind of the zombie along with your typical heroes. Action packed and a nice begining to a zombie series im hoping.
I've just started reading this, but already I love it! Can't wait to get further in it!
I have always enjoyed everything zombie, if you are like me you know there is the typical "getting run after" junk out there. This book is not one of them, i enjoyed the story and the thought Mr. Maberry put into it. If your a fan of good zombie stories this is the book to get. If you have never read a zombie story, this is a great one to break in with. Enjoy!
I'm so glad I sought this book out. Dead of Night is a nonstop action story told from multiple perspectives so you get to see it all. The local police, the serial killer, the journalist, even a zombie give you their thoughts on what's going on and it all takes place over a day. I haven't read Maberry's work before (I know, what a shame) and if this is a sign of how he writes, I'm in for more! I was weary at first when I saw how the book was divided up into so many chapters, the longest ones still only being several pages long, but it worked for the storyline. Having this many characters showing us the story in such a short period of time could have been tedious, however it was anything but. The story does start out with a bang and just keeps on going, right up to the end. In one part I even got teary eyed - that's a first for me and a zombie read! ARC Reviewed by Jessica for Book Sake.
At the penitentiary in Stebbins County, Pennsylvania, the prison doctor injects a serum into convicted serial killer Homer Gibbon just before his execution. The elixir is the ultimate cruel and unusual punishment as it will keep the psychopath's brain functioning and aware while his body rots away interred in the ground. Following the execution, at the Hartnup's Transition Estate, Doc Lee Hartnup is bitten by Gibbon's corpse. At the same time, local police officers Dez Fox and JT Hammond respond to a break-in at the funeral parlor. They flee from the dead coming at them. Meanwhile Dez's former boyfriend reporter Billy Trout investigates a report that Gibbon's body vanished. He soon runs into the dead ripping the living. He eludes the corpses and meets up with Dez and JT. The trio quickly concludes the reanimation disease is highly contagious and the therefore the government will deploy the National Guard to contain the bioengineered toxin with no regard to those alive inside the contamination zone. Paying homage to George Romero, Jonathan Maberry writes an exciting zombie thriller. The cause for the epidemic is stolen Cold War research used on the psychopath Gibbon. The lead protagonists possess different personalities as they conclude they are humanity's only hope. Although somewhat similar in blood and gore as the typical zombie thriller, Dead of Night provides freshness with a deep look at the psychological impact on the three heroes and other humans who know that no matter what actions they take inevitably there is no escape; perhaps not even death. Harriet Klausner
It's easy to fall headfirst into Maberry's books and forget the outside world. He draws you in with a story you can really sink your teeth into (or vice versa). These characters are great, tough, heartfelt survivors and champions to save their small town from both the infected that want to eat them and the army ordered to destroy them. Just like potato chips and m&m's...with Maberry's books one is never enough. Warning...read with lights on! Jp
Despite an engaging start, the story fell flat halfway through before picking itself up again toward the end. A good read nonetheless. However, a number of noticeable typo errors; editors should have a better job. Looking forward to the sequel, Fall of Night.
Of course harriet klausner ruins another book. Bn please get rid of this plot spoiler and delete all her plot spoiling posts, pkease?
I read this book in less than 48 hours and would have read it faster had I not had other obligations. Fast paced, detail oriented, EXCEPTIONALLY written work. Kept me on my toes and gave the zombie outbreak a believable, scientific background WITHOUT being hard to understand for us laymen. I think I've found a new favorite author.