Only 200 something pages but those pages are full of despair. It's an endless wait for a happy ending that never comes. Like a zombie driven by hunger I kept turning the pages just to get my hopes crushed once again. This book does not so much live off the gore of which there is plenty but off a wide range of feelings and emotions. Ever felt sorry for a zombie? Ever wondered if there was still a thinking mind inside of that slowly shuffling, loudly moaning body? It isn't every day that I want to shoot something so badly while wanting to hug it at the same time and tell it that everything is going to be okay. This isn't a story about survivors. This is a story about people you wished they had survived. A story about zombies told from the other side of the fence. There is no real action. There is lots of things being human. There is hardcore swearing, gross tales of devouring the living, and many moments where I just held my breath until I realized once again: there is no hope! Good one, Hugh.