Paint by numbers apocalypse.

Kevin Pierce does an excellent job narrating. Should a real apocalypse happen, I’m sure Kevin Pierce and R. C. Bray will voice the thought bubbles in my head.

Unfortunately, this story is stunning in its boringness. I fast forwarded through most of the political dialogue, and grew weary of hearing about the Amish well bucket and the contents of various bug out bags. Some gags are beat to death, like the developmentally delayed kid and his female companion (who will likely be a donkey).

Baddies are a biker gang and drug addicts. Country boy can survive vibe abounds.

This thing reads like an Artificial Intelligence invented its own cliche generator and populated the book with a smattering of fragments from better stories. The characters seem to fret much more than they seem to do.

I don’t know if I have the will to finish the last two books. It seems like a chore, instead of a treat. It isn’t bad enough to ask for my credit to be refunded, and that is about the only good thing I have to say.