Beetner gives it to the reader as advertised. A schlocky horror movie about a one- legged stripper at the end of the world on the run from hordes of cannibals. It should come as no surprise that something so aptly titled should be gross and gruesome. Picture the world of Walking Dead, but replace the zombies with cannibals and center the story on a strip club featuring damaged girls. See, the civilization just collapsed and now it's everyone for themselves. It's difficult to know how to rate such work. As high literature, the merits are questionable. It won't be featured in tenth grade English class. But as a selection of schlocky campy horror, it does well. ( )