Zournal

I’ll admit, I side-eyed the ‘Virtual Voice’ narrator at first—no human inflection? No chance. But within twenty minutes, the flat, slightly robotic delivery became the perfect straight man to Merritt’s chaos. It’s like listening to a particularly sarcastic GPS guide you through the apocalypse: *“In 500 feet, turn left to avoid the horde. Also, Dave just stole the last beer.”* The pacing is breakneck, which works for the humor but occasionally leaves character arcs feeling as shallow as a Keys tide pool. You won’t get deep emotional dives, but you *will* get a retired dentist weaponizing his golf cart like it’s *Mad Max: Boca Raton*. The standout moments are the ones that weaponize mundanity—like the three-page debate over whether zombies can legally be considered ‘locals’ for happy hour discounts, or the running gag about a missing cooler that escalates into a *Blood Meridian*-lite feud. My biggest critique? The ending feels rushed, like Merritt got distracted by a real-life sharknado and wrapped things up with a bow made of duct tape. And while the Virtual Voice mostly nails the tone, a few emotional beats (yes, even in a comedy) land with a thud because the delivery can’t bend for pathos. Still, if you’ve ever wanted to hear the undead crisis narrated like a particularly unhinged Yelp review, this is your audiobook. Just don’t listen while operating heavy machinery—or a Jet Ski.