This book was not what I expected - a horror-filled, gory, Dawn-of-Dead-type battles with Zombies on every other page - but somehow the chosen format - that of a collection of personal anecdotes and stories from survivors of the Z-War 10 years later - was somehow more intimate, more realistic, and therefore scarier than most zombie books I've read (granted, I'm not a huge zombie reader). The thing is that, from the perspective of people looking back at the horrors they perpetrated or the unimaginable evil they managed to live through, you can see how bad things happen. You can see how people can convince themselves of what's "right", in that moment, and how they can blind themselves to what's wrong - locally and universally. It's all too real, is this book's best - and worst - quality. If the author can make me believe that, faced with an unknown, seemingly unkillable army of undead former-people, ordinary humans can step up and turn into saviors and heroes and villains and madmen, then he's done his job, but, at the same time, I kind of hate him for doing it so well.