undead

He pinched the remaining chapters_ pages delicately between his fingers and sighed. He always hated reaching the end of a good book.

What is it like.... what is it like to be dead?' Evan looked at him with his dull, unblinking blue eyes, ' I don't know, what is it like...... to be alive?

It had occurred to him that if the undead don't realize that they are dead, he might easily be one of them himself.

I will not negotiate with the undead!

Something coming back from the dead was almost always bad news. Movies taught me that. For every one Jesus you get a million zombies.

Pulling back, like a savage carnivore at its prey, it tore a large chunk of meat rendering his left arm useless...regardless he did not require it for long.

Most people around here prefer undead drivers, so I never get a chance to make any money on steady contracts.

Immortality was overrated, as far as he was concerned. Hardy had enough problems as it was; living forever sounded like a death sentence for someone with his practical sensibilities.

I saw thousands of them. A sea of the dead that roared like an ocean! You would have heard them screaming toward you. It would have taken days to steer them away. Killing them? I don't think killing them would have been possible.

The return of the rain, beating out time on London's rooftops and pavements. Early morning Zombies sheltering beneath copies of the Standard whilst others ran screaming for cover in doorways because water from the heavens is holy and melts the undead.

He was drop-dead gorgeous and I, well I was just ... dead." (Tera Hightower, Dead Chick Walking)

The hand-plucked rose loses meaning as life is leached. Red love, once clutched to breast, putrefies and is thrown to the midden.The hand leaked life as meaning was pucked. Putrefaction clutched love and was thrown to the midden.

It had been a couple of years and I was neither dead, nor undead, which I ranked as an achievement.

Again he shook his head. The world's gone mad, he thought. The dead walk about and I think nothing of it. The return of corpses has become trivial in import. How quickly one accepts the incredible if only one sees it enough!

I never imagined being undead would be so much work,_ Jeff lamented.__eing a __ampire_ takes no work at all,_ Timothy emphasized vampire. __t__ surviving that takes all the work.

_Late at night, when the hour is none, I dream the dreams of the damned.

Are you telling me that vampires and werewolves are the reason America won the Revolutionary War?,_ I asked, dumbfounded.

Being kidnapped and abused by the undead was worse than calculus, but not by a wide margin.