I’ve noticed something about the reviews of my zombie books, and I think it points to a fault in my work. Don’t get excited, it isn’t a huge fault. In fact, based on the fact that the majority of reviews are 5-Star, there are people out there who get it without extra prose.
The Blood Soaked books are set some two years into the apparent zombie apocalypse. That’s after martial law failed, riots happened, and all manner of crap. The kinds of people who’d survive that sort of environment are hardy, at the very least, and capable of manufacturing/producing things they need to survive.
What they aren’t, totally, is sane. Virtually everyone is packing some sort of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, simply because they’ve lived long enough to need to kill in order to stay alive. Many of them have seen friends and family members rise from the dead. I don’t believe that would be an easy experience, without psychological impact.
Frank is crazy. He’s functional, dangerous, compassionate, and bat-shit nuts… especially after the end of the first book. His friends, neighbors, and companions, are all a bit left of center, with gooey fillings.
After all the stuff he goes through, it is a wonder he functions at all. It doesn’t get better in the third book, or the fourth (42 pages into the manuscript). At some point, he’s going to flip his shit. Everything that has happened will land on him, and it could be catastrophic.
The finale of the third book will give people an idea of what “catastrophic” could look like.
In retrospect, I could have pointed out that the locals are a little nuts. Learning is a good thing!