I enjoy stories of survival in extraordinary circumstances, and have wrestled with the question of what brings out the best and worst of human nature for as long as I can remember. Do people always break good or bad, or is it a bit of both? Since zombies can be anything—metaphors, monsters, even jokes—the possibilities for exploring these questions are endless.
As a native Pittsburgher and fan of George Romero films, perhaps it was inevitable that the hours-long NIGHT OF THE LIVING/DAWN OF THE DEAD postmortems that my brothers and I conducted after each viewing led to this novel. Despite all this, my husband and our menagerie of furry critters are woefully unprepared for the zombie apocalypse. But the idea I might become a zombie because my car runs out of gas continues to get me to the gas station when I’d rather not bother.
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