Colson Whitehead's Zone One has none of that. Mark Spitz (not his real name) is part of a three-man sweeper crew that is tasked with clearing out 2-block radii of NYC with 'stragglers.' The military has already gone through the city and taken care of the large groups of the living dead, but a few, mostly undangerous, remain. Over three days, Mark's days go from relatively calm and routine to anything but...
With a plot description like that, you can really only assume the worst. Whitehead has written a cerebral zombie novel, with a character suffering from a new form of PTSD, and without any emotional attachments to a living person. When most of the people left on the earth, though, are the living dead, the distinction becomes blurry. It is a dense book, though, with incredibly dark humor laced throughout bleak write-ups of life after the 'Last Night,' as Mark calls it.
Read with caution. And in broad daylight.
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