One neat thing about The Enemy by Charlie Higson is that it's one of the only zombie series I've ever read that's managed to do a good job of characterizing individual zombies as compelling antagonists with full (albeit heavily addled) internality- famously hard to do when half of what's compelling about zombies as a concept is their functional lack of personhood. Meet St. George, the zombie whose homicidal cannibalistic tendencies are characterized as a direct outgrowth of his pre-infection status as a football-hooligan-adjacent, war-movie-obsessed, bitterly divorced, trad-wannabe overbearing single father who treats his cowed son as a prop in his ongoing self-construction as The Great Provider.