I usually skip prologues. I know it’s bad. But I like to get to the story. Red Hill by Jamie McGuire may have put an end to my skipping the prologue. The first sentence, “THE WARNING WAS SHORT-SAID almost in passing,” made me wonder, what’s the warning. You know that feeling when someone says something but it doesn’t quite register? The rest of the page just keeps getting better. A woman hears a message over the radio about cadavers being herded and destroyed as she’s dropping her children off at school. The message doesn’t disrupt her routine though, it’s a joke, right? I kept reading and sure enough the undead had arrived, but the children were dropped off at school! It was the last time she saw her girls.