Zombies have infested a fallen America. A young girl named Temple is on the run. Haunted by her past and pursued by a killer, Temple is surrounded by death and danger, hoping to be set free.
For twenty-five years, civilization has survived in meager enclaves, guarded against a plague of the dead. Temple wanders this blighted landscape, keeping to herself – and keeping her demons inside. She can’t remember a time before the zombies, but she does remember an old man who took her in and the younger brother she cared for until the tragedy that set her on a personal journey toward redemption. Moving back and forth between the insulated remnants of society and the brutal frontier beyond, Temple must decide where ultimately to make a home and find the salvation she seeks.
I had this crazy dream about zombies the other night. I can’t remember a goddamn thing about it now, and the aftermath is a little fuzzy, but apparently when I woke up I was convinced that they were in the house, because I shot straight up in bed and screamed, “THEY’RE COMING UP THE STAIRS!”
My fiancé had no idea that I’d been dreaming and thought that someone had broken into the house. Chaos ensued.
Now before you go thinking, “Oh that poor man” let me tell you that this is rare for me. Like maybe once every three years do I do something like this. He does this shit to me all the time. Four months ago, I was up late reading, and his eyes flashed open. His hand closed around my wrist in a vice-like grip, and he looked me straight in the eyes and said, “I’m drawing a circle and a what the fuck.”
I tried to get him to explain himself, but all he said was, “It’s important, don’t ever forget it, Navessa”. He promptly fell back asleep. When he woke up, he had no recollection of it.
Great. Just fucking wonderful. So now it’s four months later, and that memory is seared into my consciousness. I blame M. Night Shyamalan. What if it is important? What if, in some way, that midnight utterance is the key to saving the human race from an alien invasion?
Reading this book is a lot like dreaming. You’re thrown into the middle of it with no warning, given no information on how you got there, and are forced to suck it up and deal with it the best you can. It’s gorgeous, horrific, uplifting, and disturbing. And when it’s over, it lingers with you, leaves you unsettled and questioning the meaning of it all.