Most of the book is a lonely alcoholic rambling about his wife and struggling with his sex drive that is SO strong he reaches a point where he’s literally attracted to and fantasizing about the dead vampire women he finds rotting in the streets.
The author also spends a lot of time trying really hard to scientifically explain what vampires “really” are instead of just telling a good story. I don’t care about the scientific explanation of why garlic repels vampires—I care about the supposed last man on earth doing more than drinking, fantasizing about sex with vampire zombies, or staring into a microscope.
The writing is mediocre. The main character is dull. And the story drags on for pages, which is saying a lot because it’s a short story.
I should’ve just watched the movie again because it actually did something this author clearly has no idea how to do—it made sense. And it entertained me.
I want my money back.