4 out of 5 stars
“Whoever these dipshit psychopaths are, they’ve claimed this rat-fuck ghost town and I don’t feel like being around when they come back. Plus, they can’t spell for shit, and I don’t trust folks who can’t spell.”
My favorite protagonists are the foul-mouthed, sassy mother fuckers. Coburn delivers all of this and then some. He’s a vampire who has woken up in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. When you live off of the blood of living humans, this is a tad inconvenient. Spending a vampire-life time picking meals off the street, struggling to survive is a foreign concept. It’s tempting to suck the first human you see to death, and maybe you slip up and kill the guy. But, you have to start thinking outside of the box when the only bloodbags walking around are already dead and still trying to eat you.
If you’re a human, it might be nice to have a vampire around to help you survive the zombies. Vampires are quick and strong and can kill off zombies without causing much noise. Tithing a little blood in exchange for protection isn’t a bad deal, especially when you don’t have to spill any blood at all and can just point the vampire in the direction of the local cannibals killing off the few humans left.
This novel was like reading a B-rated horror movie, which just so happen to be my favorite. There is blood, guts, violence, humor and lots of swearing. Basically, a Friday night at my house.