Also by this author: Floyd & Mikki 2: Zombie Slayers, Floyd & Mikk 3: Zombie Destroyers: Zombie Trek
“Floyd and Mikki: Zombie Hunters” is a hilarious horror love story about two simple people lost in a shattered world populated by the undead. They don’t know what caused the infection or how to stop it. With wry humor and snarky comments, they rely on each other, their wits and whatever supplies they can scrounge in their daily struggle to stay alive. They encounter plenty of action, colorful characters and riveting horror as they make their way to New California Haven, the last safe zone in America. This is the first book in a series.
There are so many great elements to this book; I hardly know where to start! Let me start by saying how quickly and completely I fell in love with not only the characters, but the story as well. It was fast paced, full of action and explosions and had a tone to it that was just different from many other zombie books out there today.
I try not to rehash the blurb in my reviews, but I think it’s necessary here to get an idea of what’s going on. Floyd is a loner. Surviving on his own in his apocalypse rigged truck he has managed to avoid getting himself killed or turned into a zombie.
One night, he meets a football helmet wearing survivor named Mikki, who, like him, has managed to survive by being cautions and learning how to adapt. Mikki has used textbooks and a mostly inaccurate zombie apocalypse survival guide, in which she’s made plenty of her own notes to help guide her through these dangerous times.
Neither is used to having company and they have both seen the horrors of being too trusting in this world. Mikki had a hard life growing up and she has grown into one strong, gun toting, ass kicking, explosion loving kind of girl. Though I can’t recall if her age is mentioned, I believe she generally avoids the question and she seems a bit immature at times and it’s implied that she’s younger than she appears. She has a hard edge to her because of her pre-apocalypse history, but she also exudes an air of sexiness that can’t be denied. Mikki is quite intelligent and creative as well, though due to the stupidity of the nature of most men, all they see is a pretty face. Floyd and Mikki decide to stick together, at least for a little while, and their story is nothing short of amazing.
Floyd seems like an everyman. He has good values, he’s smart, and is mechanically inclined. He could be any decent man, which makes him, as a character, easy to believe in. He could be my dad, my husband, or a hundred other men I know. At the same time, he isn’t ordinary.
I love Mikki. She is probably one of my all time favorite literary characters, female or male. She’s headstrong, sexy, smart, yet very sweet in her own way. She puts on a threatening face, and don’t get me wrong, she’s a serious fighter, but inside she just wants someone to love her. I think it’s easy to relate to her as a woman because we never want to be seen as weak just because we are female, so many of us have to try harder to be taken seriously. Her sense of humor had me laughing out loud. Just the way she interacts with Floyd made me want them to be together. Whether as friends or as more, I didn’t care as long as they were together.
Overall their story and the book overall really draws you in and makes you want to continue reading. All of the characters, including the zombies are believable, well, at least as believable as a zombie can be. This isn’t just a zombie survival story, the author is really able to bring life into this book and make you see that even at the end of civilization there are still good people out there.
***I received a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Floyd threw Freedom into reverse and started backing away slowly, then faster as the crowd picked up more speed. He flashed his headlights to piss them off and entice them even more. The music kept blaring. For such a little boom box, it had great sound!
Floyd kept a good 50-foot distance as the crowd grew bigger and bigger. Shit, there had to be over a thousand of them now, moaning as loud as Floyd had ever heard it. Every brain-eater around must have answered the call. They were walking up the off ramps and joining the party. Soon there was a sea of them heading right up the interstate. As Floyd kept backing up, they kept coming, getting madder and madder.
“Any time now, Mikki!” he yelled out the window.
“Not yet!” Mikki yelled back. She didn’t even bother putting on her helmet. She had the wind in her hair, an ocean of zombies in front of her, and her finger on the trigger of a big, big, big-ass gun.
The plan seemed to be working. The shamblers were lining up nicely. Floyd just hoped Mikki and he hadn’t bitten off more than they could chew. There seemed to be no end to the shuffling crowd. They were still pouring onto the interstate from every means of access. Brain-eaters stuck in crashed cars were banging their heads against the windows, desperate to get out. Fortunately, there were none closing in behind them. That would have really sucked.
“Now would be a really good time!” he yelled out the window again.
“Now would be a really good time!” Mikki agreed, opening up with a hail of bullets.
“Yeehaw!” Mikki screamed. They didn’t need the music anymore, as the noise of the firing 50-cal was more than enough to keep the creepers coming, but she cranked it up anyway. The bullets rip to the sound of the beat. It helped to set the mood. If she died and went to heaven, she would be doing this for all eternity. This was better than playing Doom.
Copper-jacketed bullets ripped through the rotted flesh like a light saber through a piñata. Only it wasn’t yummy candy that came flying out. Each bullet took down at least a dozen or more creepers, and Mikki was firing a lot of bullets.
Still, she wasn’t out of control. She lined them up carefully, aimed, and fired in short bursts. She knew the ammo was limited and she wanted to make every shot count. The highway was littered with the corpses of the corpses, but still more kept on coming. What the hell?
Suddenly the gun jammed. Floyd didn’t realize what had happened at first. He just thought Mikki was taking time to light up a cigarette or something. Then he heard her voice.
“Uh, Floyd? We got a problem here.”
“Now is not a good time for problems, Mikki!”
“Tell me about it! Stupid gun’s jammed!”
“Can you fix it?”
“I’m workin’ on it!”
“Well, here’s a suggestion…work on it faster!”
Mikki hit repeat on the boom box and the song started up again. Floyd sped up a little more in reverse. The brain-eaters were furious now. Firing on one tended to get them riled up, but firing on hundreds of them really kicked them into high gear. Floyd had never seen them so frantic before.
Of course, it was pretty comical at the same time. They kept tripping over the bodies of their fallen brothers and stepping on each other trying to get back up. That slowed their approach considerably.
“Forget it! Hop back inside!” Floyd ordered. Reluctantly, Mikki left the music blasting and headed back into the truck.
“My turn,” he said nonchalantly, as she buckled up.
“To do what?” she asked.
“Go bowling!” Floyd answered.
He threw the truck into drive and hit the gas. Soon, decayed bodies were flying up into the air and landing in pieces all over the side of the road. Floyd drove right down through the middle of the swarm.