Zombie books were going to be my passion projects, but certainly not pay the bills. I thought I was going to have to get a real job on a sitcom or something, and have my zombie books to remind myself I was still a writer at heart. I never thought I could actually pay my bills and write what I wanted.

With so much protection, wouldn't one be able to wander among the undead ranks, taunting them at will with no danger of repercussion?

They didn't break me. I broke myself.

We live in such a service-based, globalised economy where very few people actually make anything and the people who do make stuff... it's all part of a massive global supply chain. So what if all those chains were suddenly cut, how would you make something? How would you keep people alive? And that was something I wanted to explore.

Imagine what could be accomplished if only the human race would shed its humanity.

I don't mind my work being a record of the time it was written in.

Generation Z, they cleaned up their own mess.