post-apocalyptic

Be the cockroach

The holy stone looked for all the world like a small iron pineapple, its surface divided into squares by deep grooves, a tarnished silver-steel handle or lever held tight to the side. In ancient times the pineapple was ever the symbol of welcome, though the church used the objects in a different way. Apparently, each theological student of good family and destined for high office was given one on beginning their training and forbidden from pulling the lever on pain of excommunication. A test of obedience they called it. A test of curiosity I called it. Clearly the church wanted bishops who lacked the imagination for exploration and questioning.

Make me a weapon,_ I whispered as he pulled away. __ake it so I never have to dream about this again__ake it so we can have this_forever.

I'm Dr. Canton. As you know, most of the population has been wiped out by an unknown virus. Now that an acceptable waiting period has passed since the last known case, it's time for you to fulfill your purpose...." "You will take the van behind me to the next rendezvous point in St. Louis, Missouri. ... "Each of you has been trained for a specific function during your time here. Your survival will depend on it.

You__e never had someone you love snatched,_ I shot back, annoyed by her ignorance. __ny sense of safety kind of bites it after that. You watch your back because no one else can.

This is what we do. We make tea and read books and watch people die.

Kidnapping you was the worst idea I ever had." - Luc Wade

The light was everywhere. He would tell me later I looked like an angel... but just looked like the same devil to me

Most folks don't have but a few days to a week's worth of food in their houses at any given time. When they run out, they'll have to forage. Only the fools will forage in town. The smart ones will look on the outskirts.

In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.

Machineries of reason, machineries of conduct, machineries of virtue. The machine that regulates instinct, keeps one__ hands free of another man__ throat, free of one__ own. These machines have all, as someone said, gone too long in the elements. Gummed now, rusted, bloodless.I forget who said it and I no longer care.

Who would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters?~Disarming(Reign of Blood #2)

People didn__ love all of this when they still had it. If you love something, you do what__ best for it. You don__ destroy it.

Don__ stay with someone who drives you crazy. Find someone who keeps you sane.

Well one tiny poisonous spider can kill a very large man if it bites him in the right place.

He could argue a case for anything, but that doesn__ change the fact he__ wrong most of the time.

Well, for one, you walk around like you__e so much better than everyone else. We__e all a bunch of soulless animals or somethin_ in your eyes, I guess. You__e the high and mighty one and I ain__ fit to drink your piss.

Complete. What an awful word for an infected people, that final, animal stage that was the future of all of them. Chels swallowed, unsure what to say. __hat___sad. I didn__ even know he was infected.__emesz whispered, __e was just infected yesterday. We saw him last night, and he already had mouse whiskers and a tail.