Instead, the virus has found its way to LA, mainly Hollywood, Bel Air, and other districts where it feels oddly acceptable to see the residents eaten alive by zombies. Set roughly five years after the events of Dead Island and Dead Island: Riptide, the virus has struck again, this time not just restricted to the tropical island of Banoi and its neighbour. It’s all so deliberately silly and knowingly ridiculous almost to the point of campness, and by God is it what the genre needs. This is a world where grief over potentially losing your entire family to slathering undead monsters is balanced out by being able to melt a load of them in a swimming pool full of caustic acid. In Dead Island 2, for instance, zombie hordes are treated as minor inconveniences, and you’re taught early on to never fear anything you can dropkick out the nearest window. Human suffering and / or the horrors of a world without discernible law are all well and good, but alongside the former example it all comes off as a bit po-faced and dreary. When the world inevitably ends in the midst of a zombie apocalypse I hope it’s more like Dead Island 2 than The Last of Us.
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