Tribes of Decay by Michael W. Garza

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Evolution results in death and destruction. Mia and Rowan are members of the Chayenne tribe surviving in a decaying world ruled by the zombies and the infected. They were born in a world already dead, a world where death cries every night, where each step can be fatal and nobody is spared.

When I began reading this novel, I was surprised from the begging in a very good way. I am a zombie fan, I would devour anything with zombies in it, but I knew it was more than just zombies, it was about humans, about feelings, about how you survive death without losing your humanity.

Mia and Rowan are the main characters and we see the world alternating between the two. At the beginning of the story, Mia and Rowan are trying to overcome the obstacles that keep them from being together. After a hunt goes wrong and his partner is killed, Rowan discovers that the dead are evolving in their behaviours. He tries to warn the tribe, however he is expelled from their protection and forces Mia to run away from the tribe to be with him. These characters are credible and grow immensely in the outside world, forcing them to take hard decisions in order to survive. The choices these characters are forced to make propel the story forward, delivering an action packed novel.

The zombies are very well created, with a clear distinction between the mindless zombie and the infected, which possess more cognition and abilities to communicate with zombie-784914_1280each other. The zombies/infected were exciting and freaked the hell out of me with their death cries every single damn time. I loved it!

Without spoiling the book is really hard to actually say how much I loved the world underneath and how survival changed those who remained alive. The story of Rowan and Mia is beautiful, and it shows that even in the face of death, the beauty of humanity can still shine through, restoring hope. The story was well written and it delivered, even though sometimes it lost me in the action sequences when everything was happening at a fast pace. Certain action scenes were a bit too much described in terms of how they actually managed to escape. I’am a bit of an impatient reader who wants to know and wants to know it now, so maybe that’s why, however it did not infringe on my opinion of the book: AWESOME! I am not a massive fan of dual POV’s but he made it work in this book.

If you haven’t read anything written by Michael, I recommend that you do.



Murder me darling


Your image in my eye

dries and dies;

what could live in this desert place of mine?

One day you’ll have the death of me

splattered all over your stark-white shirt

the most soft and tender breath

could be lost on your face.


-She’s sitting between crumbled sheets,

bones squeaking like a cat;

the illusion of happiness-


I could never stitch you back

head and heart and limbs together

properly joined-

it would take more than my life

to make you whole again.



Cold and final

Cold and final, this touch
shuts down my eyelids,
silence slides down my throat.

I can still hear
the soft hum in your chest,
I can feel the trembling of your hands
as you tie the rope around my ankles
and wrists,
I can feel the snow biting on my skin.

I’m not a cat,
I don’t have nine lives to die,
I have nothing but this old coin
pressed on my tongue.

We all die,
some silenced by time,
some by knife.


‘You do not know how a lonely heart
is trapped in a cageSylvia Plath
made of dreams
and bones.’
she said.

‘Yes, I do not know how to walk
in a too small shoe
but I feel the pain
of the foot.’

And it’s only a whisper
inside my head.

I weep knowing that Sylvia
is lying in a wooden box
with no windows
her flesh white as marble;
I’d never thought she’ll fall asleep,
breathless on the floor of her kitchen.


Oh, sweet death

you’re doing better than me

you’re keeping into your embrace

the loved ones

there’s a heart at stake

die was cast

my eyes are turning blue

Oh, love take me in your sweet embrace

pull the trigger that keeps my eyes open

and let me dream forever