White Trash Zombie Apocalypse
White Trash Zombie, #3
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Date of Publication: July 2, 2013
Number of pages: 320
Cover Artist: Dan Dos Santos
Our favorite white trash zombie, Angel Crawford, has enough problems of her own, what with dealing with her alcoholic, deadbeat dad, issues with her not-quite boyfriend, the zombie mafia, industrial espionage and evil corporations. Oh, and it’s raining, and won’t let up.
But things get even crazier when a zombie movie starts filming in town, and Angel begins to suspect that it’s not just the plot of the movie that's rotten. Soon she's fighting her way through mud, blood, bullets and intrigue, even as zombies, both real and fake, prowl the streets.
Angel’s been through more than her share of crap, but this time she’s in way over her head. She’ll need plenty of brainpower to fit all the pieces—and body parts—together in order to save herself, her town, and quite possibly the human race.
I chose two quotes this week. This first involves Angel at a party thrown for potential investors of the local Zombie High Apocalpse!! movie and a real zombie showing up. The second, Angel is trying to save someone from being attacked by bad guys, who of course, are zombies.
The sight of another zombie actor stumbling through the tent triggered an odd oh-shit-something’s-wrong feeling in my gut. He’d been with the group earlier. I remembered his filthy, sky blue polyester suit. As I watched, he staggered drunkenly between the tables and yelled an incomprehensible word a couple of times that sure as hell wasn’t braaaaiins.
Some people drew back in alarm but, based on the grins and chatter of the crowd, it was clear that the majority thought it was part of the movie promo.
Jane winced as the zombie grabbed at a patron’s plate, snagging a chunk of cake and stuffing it in his mouth. “Oh, dear. That’s a bit much, isn’t it.”
“No kidding,” I murmured as the oh-shit feeling grew.
And then the breeze shifted. If I hadn’t been fairly well tanked up, I might not have noticed it, but right now there was no mistaking the very faint stench of zombie rot.
Alarm shot through me. That’s a real zombie.
The blast of the shotgun ripped through the air again, and a second later I heard Heather yell, “Zombie!” I spun in time to see her fire again. The man—zombie—loping toward her staggered a bit at the second blast, but in the next breath was on her and slammed her to the ground beneath him, her head thumping hard on the asphalt.
“Shit!” I broke into a run, even as the zombie wrapped his hands in Heather’s shirt and hauled her upright. She tried hard to swing a punch at him, but it was clear she was dazed from the head-thump. I poured on the speed to get back to her. I didn’t have training in anything resembling hand to hand fighting, but I’d been in enough scraps and street fights to know that the will to win could turn the tide. I still had the bat in my right hand, and I made a charging swing to clock him in the back right across the kidneys.
He staggered and let out a roar of pain. It didn’t drop him, as I’d hoped it would, but he lost his grip on Heather. She stumbled back as he turned on me, his face twisted with fury and hands clenched into fists.
“Batter up, motherfucker!” I cried out as I swung again, this time at his head. Unfortunately, even injured he still had a fair amount of speed. He moved inside my swing, grabbed my arm and took me down to the ground in a foot-sweep thing that probably would’ve been cool as hell if I hadn’t been on the receiving end of it. Twisting frantically, I slammed my booted foot into the side of his knee, which put him off-balance enough that when I swung the bat at his other knee the blow sent him to the ground.
He had some serious fight skills and was on me in a heartbeat, but I had a black belt in dirty-fighting-bitch.
I really enjoyed the first two White Trash Zombie books. Angel's introduction to this new world and learning the ropes to being a zombie sucked me right in. This third book, not so much. I had started and stopped this book last year, and seemed like a good fit for my 2015 TBR pile challenge. When I started the book again, I remembered why I had put it down before. There wasn't enough action going at the beginning to grab my attention. Just some Angel and Marcus semi-emotional stuff. It wasn't until I was much deeper into the book that the actions started to pick up. Once it did, I was hooked in.
Once the action starts, it is almost non-stop. From fights to natural disasters to cloak and dagger spying, Angel ends up in the thick of things. The second half of the book was much better than the first half, but that first half was necessary to set up everything. It's a case of patience being a virtue. Too bad I suck at being patient. I gave this book 3 stars.