Day 1. We lost Jesse. Worse, his loot lay out of reach. It all went down in the town of Pustoschka. I curse that town, from its pre-Infection Neo-Nazi leanings to the slim pickings of its supermarkets. More like Supermark-nyets. Rewinding back throughout the day, it seems now difficult to believe we could overlook the [...]
J.L. Bourne’s cycle of zombie apocalypse novels feature a stilted, blunt writing style, virtually no dialog, and an awkward “journal entries” narrative gimmick. Yet, inexplicably, I can’t get enough of them.