Zombie Apocalypse hates you. It wants you to become one of the half-eaten undead, the only logical explanation given a weapon set that includes the useless Molotov Cocktails.
Yes, everyone loves to see a fat zombie waddle around the screen, slowly burning to his second death. However, considering the time it takes to throw a Molotov, they are not a power-up. In fact, they could be one of the worst dual-analog shooter weapons ever devised.
Zombie Apocalypse makes it difficult enough to dodge the throes of zombies without including a power-up designed to barely hit a small group, let alone an entire apocalypse.
Sure, the dual uzis are fun, the hunting rifle great for straight-line assaults, and the shotgun taking the role of a proverbial “all purpose zombie eradicator,” but you will never hate a weapon more than the Molotovs. A Surgeon General’s warning about how hazardous to your health they can be seems appropriate.
Zombie Apocalypse makes little attempt to hide its mild cloning of Left 4 Dead, particularly with the character selection. The game designer who believes the zombie invasion is a glorified video game doesn’t say much for a gamer’s mental state, although it would be likely true given the circumstances. We are an odd breed.
The difference compared to Valve’s FPS has to do with more than a viewpoint change. Apocalypse tracks your tally on a golf course score card, as if zombie killing has a par. The undead can be pushed into car crushers, downed airplane engines, grave diggers, and the Fargo-inspired wood chipper. It is grisly and funny, unlike L4D which was far more focused on letting the AI puke on the survivalists.
As per the expectation, Apocalypse is not shy with its gore, and coupled with the frantic play style, will keep a group of players occupied to see through to the end, despite the slim selection of repetitive arenas.
It is important to note however that any friend who forces you into a corner, making you choose between a Molotov or being eaten, is not your friend. In fact, they may have some deep-rooted hatred for you too.