Author: Michael Robertson
Blurb: Chris’ life of luxury is gone, devastated by the collapse of the European economy. Gas, water, and electricity are all cut off. Food is running out. Even his wife and daughter have gone. Huddled in the smallest room of their lavish house with his petrified and dirty eight-year-old son, Chris has made the decision to stay put. A small army of psychotic scavengers is outside, hell-bent on making the once-privileged pay. Chris now knows that not leaving when he had the option was the worst decision of his life.
Cowering in his home, he watches as his neighbours are dragged into the street and brutally executed. The scavengers have one more house to go, and then it will be his turn. He has to act fast, or he and his son will meet the same fate.
Driven by the need to survive, Chris has decided to keep secrets from his son. Secrets that will make all of the events up until this point seem trivial. Secrets that, one way or another, will come out before the day is done.
Nope, nope, nope! This book, well short story really, was excessively violent and just boring.
I need to stop reading dystopian stories with male narrators because I just end up hating them.
Chris treated his wife like absolute shit! I know that was the whole point so that when he discovered she’d killed herself and their daughter he could ~feel the loss but it was just annoying.
The villain, Dean, was too OTT to be believable and made Negan from TWD look normal. There is absolutely no need to kill children or animals and if you really want it in your story then there’s no need to describe it in that much detail.
There was also a lot of boring financial stuff that set up the plot but it was slow and could’ve been condensed down and the flashbacks slowed down the action too much.
However, I did enjoy the irony of Chris lecturing his boss about how his boss treats women and then comparing how Chris treated his poor wife. How she didn’t murder him before the start of the book I have no idea.
Oh, and no matter how stressed out someone is I don’t think there’s any need whatsoever to call your ten-year old son a “c*nt”.
At least it was short and finished at 86% on my Kindle but I definitely won’t be buying the rest of the books in this series.
On a personal note:
Sorry I was gone for a week, there was a couple of real life issues that took precedence over reviewing.