This is the stereotypical bad post-apocalyptic story, which is a genre that I really love when there’s a great story. This book has nothing redeeming. The narrator sounds like grandpa and the protagonist is a gun-naming fudd (with poor taste in firearms on top of it all) named Marcus Battle. If that name isn’t cringe enough to ward you away from this book, then maybe it’s for you. Unfortunately, I have to give it at least one star.