What started off as an interesting take on female independence in the 1920's has transformed into something strange. Mirah and Fanya are on the run as civilization collapses beneath the weight of the zombie apocalypse. It's pretty standard there. No where is safe; the world is being overrun; keep moving. Then the freaks show up. The two girls hole up in a hotel with a rogue group of soldiers and a group of circus freaks. Yeah, this one goes off the rails on the crazy train. Bearded ladies, men without arms, men without torsos, etc. Naturally, they're painted in a sympathetic light and once again, members of the armed forces are unpredictable pariahs. This injection of the odd doesn't quite fit with the tone of the rest of the story, one that had focused on empowering it's leads. There's little of the character exploration that fueled the first issue. Now it's a showcase of the gruesome and bizarre. That's not to say it's bad, of course, but it's not quite as strong as it began.
The grimy art, so fitting for the tale, has started to falter. It's rough and sketchy, but the storytelling aspect is a little perplexing. I found myself going back over panels, trying to piece together what had happened. As the action starts to snowball, artist Kyle Strahm just can't keep up. He does, however, acquit himself nicely with some of the nastier elements of the tale, such as a particularly unsettling scene with zombie babies in incubators.
As the momentum builds, the story might have lost its way a bit, but it's still an entertaining read. I thought they'd be hard pressed to top the literal freak show that's introduced, but the last panel proves that they just might. Right now, "We Will Bury You" isn't the best horror comic on the shelves, but it's doing what it needs to keep my attention.