I started this series back when I was driving out to be with family while my cousin was in hospice. It got me through that, but then I had to take a break when one of the characters reminded me too much of the grief I was trying to bury.
Plus, my frustration with the whole “damsel in distress”/“kidnapped women that must be rescued by valiant men”/“women being the only gender to experience violence ever in the history of humanity apparently” tropes (which is why I gave the story a 4 outta 5, gotta update your and use other tropes, guys) got to be too much and I was already in a pissed off Zed Zane style anguish as it was at that time. Ha, Zed reminds me of myself and I kinda learned a lot from from him and this story, tbh.
Anyway, a year later, I picked up where I left off and I’m so glad I did. It’s like it was something that represented a time in my life that I needed closure for and I was able to laugh and cry the entire way through. I really enjoyed the characters and the style of zombies. I loved that there were different versions of survivors too – not just criminally insane monsters that only want to harm other survivors, but caring ones that just wanted Zed and Murphy to be safe.
I kinda liked that Zed was so unhinged and I get why he was, it’s his coping mechanism. However, he has to grow up at some point and stop getting pissed off when people that care about him tell him to do so (side eying myself here because I relate to Zed) – his luck won’t last and all of that unnecessary guilt he was carrying around is going to turn into some absolutely necessary guilt that’s permanent, and that he can’t fix or slice and dice away.
Anyway, it’s long but it’s good and I’m really going to miss Murphy lmfao their whole vibe is everything.
And yes, Murphy and Zed are 100% my OTP – can’t change my mind.