I did not like this book. It read like Kirkman was trying to be like Garth Ennis.
See, a preacher has sex with a prostitute, asks her for a freebie, smokes a cigarette, and is drawn to look like John Constantine. It's an Ennis book.
Two characters combine late in the book to become a badass character that brutally kills people. Then we see the two character's voices carrying on a conversation in their/its head. Holy Firestorm, Batman!
Add in that the badass character is only a redrawn Venom, and that the cover is by a noted has-been, and that the interior art is pretty crappy, this gets a 3. And if I waited another day or two to review it, the score would only go down. I am disliking this more every minute.
And that's my short review. Excuse me now, as I need to go drink a beer or three to try to wash the taste of stomach acid out of my mouth a little.
I was perfectly content before I was born.