It was well written for what it is: a series of vignettes depicting the world during and after Zack. Reminds me more of some classic lit than sci-fi/fantasy, which I suppose ought to be quite flattering. :)

I have to confess up front that I like novels with characters I can follow through the story. World War Z is a series of vignettes of survivors of "The Zombie War," as interviewed by the narrator. Only a few of them show up in each other's stories. Almost all of them are tough-talking, nonplussed hero-types. That's not to say there isn't some legitimate pathos here—there is—but the novel is testosterone-laden. Guns, violence, and action. And no narrative really. You can reconstruct the war by piecing it together as you go along, but having a central character lead you through is more my style.

Zombies are fascinating, but they are unbelievable. They are often dismembered or rotting and I just can't get over how they're hungry, often without stomachs. I appreciate metaphor as much as the next guy, but there's a suspension of disbelief that's pretty hard to get over here. The trope of the zombie only dying if shot through the head goes back to George Romero's excellent film, Night of the Living Dead. His corpses were all pretty fresh. Nobody walking around with no innards, for example. Since then a number of good zombie movies have come out, but they don't translate well into novels.

Books give you time to think about what's going on. And this one is a pretty long story so there's plenty of time to think. Yes, the way the human survivors act is believable, turning on each other, letting nationalism take precedence over survival, and such. Still, there's no one who can talk you through this. It's like reading a collection of short stories all based in the same setting. There's nothing wrong with story collections, but they're not novels. After I'd got the gist of how the book was playing out I really couldn't wait for it to be over. Not that it was bad, but you knew the zombies would be contained—there was no great reveal at the end—and you read along like a, well, zombie.

It's a monster book, so I enjoyed that aspect. I couldn't buy into the still living zombies who'd been dead for years. Still, I have to admit I looked around corners when I went out after dark while I was reading this book. Zombies, I think, are perhaps best left to movies.

This book is such a product of its times, it's laughable.

I have a soft spot for zombie wars that are laid out in realistic fashions. A prime example is the show 'The Walking Dead', one of my favorite television series of all time. I haven't quite figured out why I enjoy it so much. Perhaps it's because it's one of the few examples of warfare that doesn't suffer from misrepresentations of the fighting and the enemy, where violence is considered honorable and the enemy is demonized with little regard for their point of view. The previously mentioned television series is especially adept at portraying the slow decay of morals suffered by humans on all sides, a chilling reminder of one of the oft mentioned phrases in ads of the current season: Fight the dead, fear the living. Bloodshed is a horrible and messed up business, and glorification is rarely emphasized in a war where the dead rise up to feed upon the living. It is a catastrophe, and the definition of survival is a vague and fragile thing, especially when said survivors begin to "feed" on each other.

The book did an excellent job of thinking through this hypothetical incident, touching upon key factors of warfare the world over. It also made a decent effort at showcasing how devastating this war was, and how horrible humans can be in response. No individual person came out of this thing "happy", not with their morals intact. However, its author sought to accomplish too much, and ventured far beyond the boundaries of their writing ability. A series of interviews from around the world detailing many aspects of a global disaster is an interesting way of going about it, but only if there is variation on the common theme. Throwing some historical trivia around and characterizing via stereotypes does not a multicultural collection of voices make. Had the author stuck to a nonfictional recounting that acknowledged that it was being composed by a single person, the book would have easily earned four stars. I will admit to being extremely fascinated by the strategies they came up with, the different cultural aspects they integrated into their thoughts on how humanity would go about dealing with this contagion. However, by making the US once again into the "hero", in addition to crafting each voice from a recognizably singular mold, they displayed their inherent biases as a journalist born and raised in said country.

So, five stars for the technical aspects, drawn from research of cold hard facts of countries the world over. Two stars for the "human" aspect, somewhat an irony considering the opening section that emphasized that the narrator was seeking the latter over the former. I appreciate what I learned, but the method of execution was severely lacking.

Edit: Saw the author at a talk about Haitian Voodoo in Public Consumption (aka, Zombies). Apparently he writes these books because he's legitimately terrified about a coming zombie attack. Going by his face when a flash mob started dancing to Thriller at the end, I don't doubt it.

”The book of war, the one we’ve been writing since one ape slapped another was completely useless in this situation. We had to write a new one from scratch.”

With most apocalyptic situations, I think the hardest part to deal with is that there are no wrong decisions or right decisions. There are simply too many variables to consider if your ultimate goal is to survive. The most meticulously planned strategies can still result in failure. You make the best decisions you can and then hope for a bit of luck. Should we barricade ourselves hoping to be saved, or go North hoping the zombies will eventually become popsicles when winter hits? Are we safer in the underground tunnels of Paris or on a cruise ship or living in the woods by ourselves? Whatever decision you make, you must think long game and short game. The short game, the immediate concerns, involve food, water, and shelter. The short and long game both come into play when trying to figure out how to avoid becoming zombie chow.

Once you survive the first wave of contagion, then what?

This book is written as an investigative report, collecting all the experiences of survivors from around the world. Different cultures reacted differently to the apocalypse. Some were more successful than others. The learning curve, unfortunately, has to be short with apocalyptic situations, especially if the hope is to actually salvage civilisation. The lights go out, and many of the comforts we’ve become accustomed to are gone instantly, and the possessions that have come to define us, such as electronic devices, suddenly become useless.

If the whole idea of a zombie apocalypse is too wild a concept for you to grasp, you might be relieved that for the most part the zombies are really just part of the background. What Max Brooks is really dealing with goes well beyond the concept of zombies and focuses more on how people survived the collapse of civilisation. He could have used microbes or conventional war or a devastating meteorite hitting the earth or any of the other fascinating concepts that people have come up with as ways to end the world. It reads like books of a similar nature that collect the stories of people who survived World War Two. The scope is huge and impressive. Brooks addresses aspects about a zombie apocalypse that I have never thought about before.

Quislings ”Yeah, you know, the people that went nutballs and started acting like zombies.” Ok, I’ve read a handful of zombie books, not enough to make myself an expert, but certainly enough to have some background on the lore of a zombie apocalypse. WTH? Now Brooks didn’t just make this term up. It is a term from WW2. ”A quisling is a person who collaborates with an enemy occupying force. The word originates from the Norwegian war-time leader Vidkun Quisling, who headed a domestic Nazi collaborationist regime during the Second World War.”

The minds of survivors, I’m sure, snapped in all kinds of strange and wonderful and terrifying ways, but unfortunately pretending to be a zombie was a quick way to find yourself...well...dead. First, any reasonably sane human who notices you lurching toward them, performing your very best mimicry of the undead, will smash your brain. Second, you don’t blend with the zombies. They know you are alive. You become a zombie delight!

People also just went to sleep perfectly healthy and didn’t wake up. This was called ADS, short for Asymptomatic Demise Syndrome or Apocalyptic Despair Syndrome. ”It killed as many people in those early stalemate months as hunger, disease, interhuman violence, or the living dead.” I’ve heard of things like this happening to people who experience long term stress situations. The body just reaches a point where the brain decides to just shut down the power to the spacecraft and let the mind drift away.

RIP

People will put up with a lot as long as there is hope that someday their situation will improve. Babies die when they are not held. People die when things become hopeless.

Brooks also told stories about zombies underwater. WTH? Yeah, people reanimated as the living dead on ships and eventually managed to fall off the ship in the water. It wasn’t unusual for zombies to just walk out of the water onto beaches or grab divers or attack fishermen in boats. Somehow they are more scary underwater than on land. It gives me the shivers just thinking about it. I’m having a Jaws flashback.

During and after WWZ, people had to relearn things that our grandparents and great grandparents knew.

A chimney sweep. ”I help keep my neighbors warm.” he said proudly.

A cobbler. ”You see those shoes. I made them.”

A shepherd. ”That sweater, that’s my sheep’s wool.”

A gardener/farmer. ” Like that corn? My garden.”

”That was the upshot of a more localized system. It gave people the opportunity to see the fruits of their labor, it gave them a sense of individual pride to know they were making a clear, concrete contribution to victory, and it gave me a wonderful feeling that I was part of that. I needed that feeling. It kept me sane for the other part of my job.”

The other part of his job?...killing zombies. Several of the survivors talked about how important it was not to think of them as people or of who they were or of who they might have become. They couldn’t see them as people or what they were doing was genocide.

This is by far the most serious zombie book I’ve ever read. The stories are compelling. This is a panoramic view of a society in crises. The observations are thoughtful. The writing is convincing. By the end I had the feeling I’d just read a history book, not a speculative zombie apocalyptic book.

The book is unfilmable, but the movie industry knew a catchy title when they saw one. They certainly borrowed aspects from the book, but really the movie should be considered a completely different entity. The zombies in Brooks book are the George Romero lurching, yucky living dead. In the movie, they are super charged, fast moving, aggressive, nasty creatures. The virus in the movie is fast acting. Someone bitten is transformed within seconds. In the book, the virus takes much longer to take effect.

Did it bother me that the director Marc Forster took such liberties?

Not one bite bit.

I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. I was thoroughly entertained. I certainly intend to watch the movie again. So read the book to discover new depths to an overly exploited genre, and watch the movie to experience a whirlwind of fear and dread. Just a suggestion, have someone else hold the popcorn.

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World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War, Max Brooks

World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War is a 2006 zombie apocalyptic horror novel written by American author Max Brooks. The Zombie War came unthinkably close to eradicating humanity. Max Brooks, driven by the urgency of preserving the acid-etched first-hand experiences of the survivors from those apocalyptic years, traveled across the United States of America and throughout the world, from decimated cities that once teemed with upwards of thirty million souls to the most remote and inhospitable areas of the planet.

He recorded the testimony of men, women, and sometimes children who came face-to-face with the living, or at least the undead, hell of that dreadful time. World War Z is the result. Never before have we had access to a document that so powerfully conveys the depth of fear and horror, and also the ineradicable spirit of resistance, that gripped human society through the plague years.

Ranging from the now infamous village of New Dachang in the United Federation of China, where the epidemiological trail began with the twelve-year-old Patient Zero, to the unnamed northern forests where untold numbers sought a terrible and temporary refuge in the cold, to the United States of Southern Africa, where the Redeker Plan provided hope for humanity at an unspeakable price, to the west-of-the-Rockies redoubt where the North American tide finally started to turn, this invaluable chronicle reflects the full scope and duration of the Zombie War.

Most of all, the book captures with haunting immediacy the human dimension of this epochal event. Facing the often raw and vivid nature of these personal accounts requires a degree of courage on the part of the reader, but the effort is invaluable because, as Mr. Brooks says in his introduction, "By excluding the human factor, aren't we risking the kind of personal detachment from history that may, heaven forbid, lead us one day to repeat it? And in the end, isn't the human factor the only true difference between us and the enemy we now refer to as 'the living dead'?"

تاریخ نخستین خوانش: روز سی و یکم ماه آگوست سال2016میلادی

عنوان: جنگ جهانی (زد) تاریخ شفاهی جنگ زامبی‌ها؛ نویسنده مکس بروکس؛ مترجم: حسین شهرابی؛ تهران: کتابسرای تندیس، سال‏‫1393؛ در432ص؛ شابک9786001821219؛ چاپ دوم سال1395؛ موضوع داستانهای نویسندگان ایالات متحده آمریکا - سده21م‬

جنگ جهانی ز (زد) عنوان یک رمان وحشت آخرالزمانی و زامبی است، که توسط نویسنده آمریکایی «مکس بروکس» نوشته شده است؛ دهسال است که بشر بر زامبیها پیروز شده، و سرانجام توانسته صلح را، به دنیا برگرداند؛ نماینده ی سازمان ملل، مشغول تهیه گزارشی از علت شیوع بیماری زامبیها، چرایی شکست دولتهای دنیا از آن، و در نهایت چگونگی پیروزی انسان است؛ در این سفر نخست به «چین» میرود، که «بیمار صفر» در آن پیدا شد، و سپس هم کم کم به همه ی دنیا از «کره شمالی» گرفته، که مردمانش غیب شده اند، تا «روسیه»، که اکنون به امپراتوری مقدس «روسیه»، مبدل شده، از «کوبا» که به ابرقدرتی سرمایه دار تبدیل شده، تا «آمریکا» که به سوسیالیسم روی آورده است؛ در این کتاب داستان مادرانی را خواهید خواند، که فرزندانشان را از ترس زامبیها میکشند، و نیز داستان فضانوردانی که از مدار زمین، یورش زامبیها را زیر نظر دارند؛

نقل از متن: (هشدارها: «چونگ چینگ» بزرگ، «فدراسیون متحد چین»: این ناحیه، در اوجِ شکوهِ پیشاجنگش، جمعیتی بالغ بر سی و پنج میلیون نفر را، در خود جا داده بود؛ امروز بعید است به پنجاه هزار نفر هم برسند؛ سرمایه های بازسازی، هنوز پایشان به این بخش از کشور باز نشده، و دولت ترجیح داده، بر سواحل تمرکز کند، که تراکمِ جمعیتیشان بالاتر است؛ هیچ شبکه ی نیروگاهی، و برق رسانی در کار نیست، و بجز رودخانه ی «یانگ تسه» هم هیچ آبی جاری نیست؛ اما در خیابانها زباله و خاک و خاشاک به چشم نمیخورَد، و «شورای امنیتیِ» محلی هم اجازه ی وقوعِ هیچ شیوعی را پس از جنگ نداده است؛ رئیس شورا «کوانگ جینگ شو» نام دارد؛ پزشک عمومی است، و به رغم سنِ بالا، و جراحتهای جنگیش، هنوز به تک تک بیمارانش سر میزند

اولین ظهوری که از بیماری دیدم در دهکده ای دورافتاده بود، که رسماً هیچ اسمی نداشت؛ ساکنانش میگفتند: «داچانگِ نو»، اما این اسم فقط به خاطرِ نوستالژی بود، تا هر چیز دیگری؛ خانه های پیشینشان در «داچانگ قدیم»، از روزگارِ «سه امپراتوری»، سرپا باقیمانده بود، و میگفتند مزارع و خانه ها، و حتا درختهایش سده ها عمر دارند؛ وقتی سدّ «سه دره» تکمیل شد، و آب مخازن سد، کم کم بالا آمد، بخش اعظم «داچانگ» را، آجر به آجر، برداشتند و دوباره در زمین بالاتری ساختند؛ اما این «داچانگ نو» دیگر شهر نبود، و به «موزه ی تاریخ ملی» مبدل شده بود؛ حتماً طعن و طنزِ تلخی برای آن زارعهای بینوا بوده، که دیدند شهرشان نجات پیدا کرده، اما الان دیگر مجبورند بلیت بخرند، تا از آن دیدن کنند؛ شاید به همین دلیل بود که بعضی از آنها ترجیح دادند اسمِ آبادیِ تازه سازشان را «داچانگ نو» بگذارند، بلکه پیوندی با میراث کهنشان برقرار بماند؛ حتا اگر فقط به اسم باشد؛ من اصلاً خبر نداشتم که جایی به اسم «داچانگ نو» وجود دارد؛ پس امیدوارم بفهمید که چرا وقتی به من تلفن زدند، و صحبتِ آنجا را کردند، چقدر تعجب کردم

در بیمارستان خبری نبود؛ حتا به رغمِ افزایشِ آمارِ تصادفهای ناشی از مستی، شب بی سروصدایی بود؛ استفاده از موتورسیکلت کم کم رایج میشد؛ بین خودمان زیاد میگفتیم که آن «هارلی - دِیویدسون»های شما بیشتر چینی به کشتن داد، تا کلِ سربازهای امریکایی توی جنگ «کره»؛ به همین خاطر قدردانِ آن شیفت خلوت بودم؛ خسته بودم و کمر و پاهایم درد میکردند؛ میخواستم بروم بیرون سیگار بکشم، و طلوع را تماشا کنم، که شنیدم اسمم را پیج میکنند؛ مسئول پذیرش آن شب تازه کار بود، و متوجهِ لهجه ی فردِ پشت خط نشد، یک تصادفی شده بود، یا مریضی ای...؛ وضعِ اضطراری است -این بخش معلوم بود-، و آیا ممکن بود ما بدون اتلاف وقت کمک بفرستیم؟ چه میتوانستم بگویم؟ پزشکهای جوان، این بچه هایی که خیال میکنند طبابت یعنی چاق و چله کردنِ حسابهای بانکی...؛ اینها حاضر نبودند بروند، و بی جیره و مواجب، به چند تایی نونگمینِ بدبخت بیچاره کمک کنند؛ به نظرم من هنوز ته دلم از آن انقلابیهای پیر هستم؛ «وظیفه ی ما آن است که خود را در قبالِ خلق مسئول بدانیم» این کلمه ها برای من معنا داشت...؛ این کلمه ها یادم بود وقتی وانتِ دییرِ کهنه ام توی جاده خاکی ای بالا و پایین میپرید، که دولت قول داده بود آسفالت کند، اما هیچوقت سراغش هم نیامد؛ دردسر زیادی کشیدم تا محل را پیدا کنم؛ رسماً آن محل وجود نداشت، و به همین دلیل روی نقشه هم نیاورده بودند.؛ چند بار راه را گم کردم، و مجبور شدم از محلیها پرس و جو کنم، که البته خیال میکردند منظورم همان شهر - موزه است؛ وقتی به مجموعه ی کوچک خانه های سر�� تپه رسیدم، واقعاً کاسه ی صبرم لبریز شده بود؛ یادم هست که با خودم گفتم کاش واقعاً قضیه حاد باشد، وگرنه...؛ بعد وقتی چهره ی آدمهای آنجا را دیدم، از حرفم پشیمان شدم.)؛ پایان نقل

تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 19/05/1399هجری خورشیدی؛ 07/02/1401هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی

Well this didn't go as I expected...
I love post-apocalyptic books. When I learned after watching the movie that there was a book I couldn't wait to read it! Turns out I was bored and had to skim through the last part...
Love the story but hated the format with the "interviews".

i love the fact that max brooks does his own audiobook.
i can really recommend this book for those how are looking to start reading zombie books,

Doing something in reverse bit me in the butt this time. I started the book but didn't get very far in before seeing the movie.

What I thought the movie was going to be :


What I actually got :

Damn, those zombies were fast.

Yes, I am only doing all of this to amuse myself, for the rest of you probably see my self-perceived cleverness as silly. But World War Z the book was a series of interviews, so of course my mind goes right to Brad Pitt's other role having to do with interviews...what was I to do???

Anyway, let's get back to the point. If you are expecting the book and movie to match up, you'll be completely frustrated.

WWZ the movie : action packed, time on the run, most of it told in one person's PoV.

WWZ the book : the complete opposite of that. No joke.

Anyhoooo (help me, I'm turning into my mother), after I got back from the movie (which was quite entertaining, btw) and picked up the book again, I was all WHAT THE EFF? Is this the same thing?

So I put it down for a couple of days. You know, to clear my head and all that.

Then I picked it up again. And read it for real. And it wasn't bad.

I really wish I'd read it first now because the warped not-alike movie was more entertaining, and it hampered my ability to get into the book the same way that I might have before. But what can you do?

Oh yeah. Right. Don't watch the movie first. That's what you can do.

Or do watch the movie first, if you have no desire to read a book in which much of it is about the retelling of events, interview style. If you'd rather just start out your time with people on the run from zombies, I'd gather that the movie is a safer bet.

Was this supposed to be a book review? Because I don't think I said much about the book, did I? I thought the book was okay but can't really say why. It was all over the place. The jumping around between viewpoints isn't my favorite style of story-telling, especially when you can't get a feel for who is telling the story/giving the recollection.

I felt sort of detached because of the writing style. I'm sure that it works for a lot of people, but it didn't completely work for me. This was good enough that I was able to get through it, but there's nothing compelling enough to make me want to re-read it or even recommend it.

Movie Grade : B (even with failing to stick to the book)
Book Grade : C (even though it was more unique than the movie)

It is better to be pleasantly surprised by an unsung novel, than to be disappointed by one which is unjustly praised and overly hyped. World War Z definitely falls in the latter category. Billed as the "Intelligent" alternative to the usual hackneyed zombie novel, it falls flat in a number of places: starting with the zombies.
To start with Brooks' zombies defy logic--they can bash through a windshield to get at you if you're inside a car, but they can't bash through a windshield to get out of one??? They also defy physics. Zombies twenty thousand leagues under the sea and still walking around attacking submarines, because they just know there's human in them even though it's pitch black and there's no way they can smell anything but metal, but hey, it's at least warm. Question: Wouldn't their skulls implode? Wouldn't their eyes burst and all their internal organs rupture? Not these zombies because...well, just because.
Yes, you must suspend some belief to enjoy these sorts of books, but even an ardent fan has to draw a line somewhere. For me it was the 84-year-old blind gardener who turns into a killa-ninja and slays zombies with a stick. Or it was the super-dogs who have the intelligence enough--on their own mind you--to run to the top of a skyscraper, somehow getting past every door along the way, in order to bark at zombies in another building to get them to "Lemming" off the top.
Unlike the dogs, the military was portrayed as idiots. Yonkers! Worst written zombie battle ever--it would take intentional stupidity on the part of everyone involved for the battle to have gone down the way it did. Let me give you an idea--
Big General: "Here's the plan: we'll expend all of our ordinance in the first ten minutes of battle against one percent of the zombies."
Other Generals, Colonels, Lt Colonels, Majors, Captains, etc: "That's a swell idea, but for fun can we also fight wearing MOPP 4 equipment though we know it's useless and will completely hinder our soldiers?"
Big General: "Of course, duh. Also let's not bother with recon. It's a waste of gas. And those satellite photos are terrible. There are so many zombies stretching back for miles that I can't tell what's going."
Other Generals, Colonels, Lt Colonels, Majors, Captains, etc: "Do we have a contingency plan?"
Big General: "Yes, we're going to assume everything will work out for the best. Being positive is the way wars are one, damn it."
Here are some other issues that made reading WWZ a chore:
1)There was a complete lack of real fear in the book--it wasn't gripping or terrifying in the least. Not for a single second was I worried about anyone because all the people interview had lived. Duh.
2)The idea that the Prezzy of the U.S.A would waste time and energy having elections in the middle of the apocalypse was ludicrous.
3) Every character sounded like any other character. It didn't matter if they were a Chinese sub driver with a heart of gold, or a female pilot, or the black Vice President, or the sight impaired ninja, or the cuban businessman; did you cover enough bases here, Max? None seemed at all vital to the story, and I was really completely detached from them.
4) and this one should be starred *4*) One of the ending chapters in which the character blames the American way of life for the zombie apocalypse, even though the zombie menace started in China. Why? What did this serve? How did this advance the plot in anyway? Does Max Brooks have feelings of guilt about being American?
The only answer I can come up with is that this book wasn't written for fans of the genre. Judging by the blurbs on the back, the book was written for the legions of "zombie" aficionados at NPR, The New York Times, and The Wall Street Journal. Hollywood certainly agrees with me. When making World War Z they kept the name and the fact that there was indeed zombies in it, but almost nothing else. Never was a movie so divergent from the book than this.
All that being said, the writing and editing was top notch and the effort was very intriguing and at times thought provoking--unfortunately the thoughts were usually: really? 2.5 stars

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I liked the idea of the book, but I did not like it the whole book was all interviews of people, not actions of the war. Basiclly I wished this book was more like a novel so the reader don't just get only pieces of the story at a time. I only read 80 pages into the book, then stopped.

Soo.. yeah. I listened to this on audio and while I think the full cast audio was fantastically done, I just didn't think the book itself was anything to get excited about. I mean- it's my own fault. It's right there in the title. "An Oral History of the Zombie War"- a series of interviews and recordings and anecdotes told after the zombie war is over.

You know what it made me want?

A book to read set DURING the zombie war.

Some of the interviews really were excellent. The first story of Patient Zero was a perfect introduction and really set the tone of the book. I loved the one with the female pilot in the downed plane. Hearing it on audio gave me goosebumps. The one after that, with the blind Japanese man was really special too. He was able to turn this thing that had caused him so much pain and humiliation all his life into a special strength. I also loved Mark Hamill's part (Todd Waino I think?). He was kind of funny and made me laugh.

The rest of it was just really forgettable. Many of the stories sounded the same to me after awhile. You can only get so excited about a character you already know lived through the ordeal.

Not a bad read. Very quick. Worth listening to if for no other reason then the fantastic cast. If I was judging it solely for its format it would get 5 stars as a shining example of how an audiobook should be done. But I'm rating the book, and I am an avid horror reader, and this really just didn't scratch that itch for me.

So the thing about me is that I do not enjoy or handle horror well. And I really, really don't handle zombie-specific horror well. We're talking weeks of nightmares following any zombie related media including books, movies, tv shows, and video games. So then why did I subject myself to reading World War Z by Max Brooks? I have no idea