If Chuck Wendig and Douglas Adams ever had a bastard love child, it might write Perishables.
They didn’t, though, and the bastard love child never had a chance so Michael Williams wrote it.
It’s about a guy who mostly just wants to be left alone to live his vampiric life but can’t because he’s voted onto the executive board of his homeowner’s association. Then the zombies come and poor Withrow is the only one who can do anything about it and he does so because, well, it’s what he has to do.
It’s about a young woman looking to put her IT degree to work who ends up using her machines to zorch some zombies, thus costing herself a job and any chance she ever had at a decent night’s sleep.
It’s about the time the two meet at a Black Friday sale.
It is delightfully absurd without being trivial. It is at times scathingly satirical but never really cynical. It is funny. It is moving. It is suspenseful. The recipes are surreal.
It is well worth your time.