zombie-apocalypse

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.

Make requests, not demands.example: __lease_ kill that zombie honey, I__ out of bullets.

I never intended to become a zombie huntress; I had only intended to protest prom, high school__ last bastion of patriarchal society.

The pretty ones are usually unhappy. They expect everyone to be enamored of their beauty. How can a person be content when their happiness lies in someone else's hands, ready to be crushed at any moment? Ordinary-looking people are far superior, because they are forced to actually work hard to achieve their goals, instead of expecting people to fall all over themselves to help them.

I like living in my head because in there, everyone is kind and innocent. Once you start integrating yourself into the world, you realize that people are nasty, mean creatures. They're worse than zombies. People try to crush your soul and destroy your happiness, but zombies just want to have a little nibble of your brain.

When one door closes, a window opens and then zombies pile in and bite you in the ass.

If you don't know a name, you can't be hurt when they go. I have no friends anymore, all are lost.

No more running, no more half living, starving or fear. You have it better than me now, I think.

I've never really had time for romantic relationships. I have much more important things to worry about, like saving the world from zombies.

We live, if we still do live, in a Sea of Chaos, out of which any fucking monster can evolve.

Sometimes you have to do something ugly so that something beautiful can grow.

This is the strange thing about life, when people are confronted, they all say that the truth is what they want but when the truth disagrees with them, they balk at it as if it were an unwanted zombie apocalypse that only wants to destroy civilization.

Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.

Then she was there in the doorway of the ambulance at his feet. She jumped up like a lion, then stood up on two feet like a human. Her hair was thick and full. She had a mouthful of giant teeth. He could see four pronounced canines in the front and strong claws where her fingernails had been. Her strong body was shriveled and emaciated with her ribs and hip bones sticking out prominently like a concentration camp victim. Her stench was overpowering, like a deer carcass left to rot on the side of the road.

When approaching a prospective human, first ask them what their name is. * If it replies "Brains," blow its fucking head off. * If it replies "Brian," ask it again, as you may have encountered a zombie with a speech impediment, or a zombie that was mildly retarded in life. * Keep in mind that it is entirely possible that you did encounter a human named "Brian.

Mia,' she whispered. I turned around. 'What?' I whispered back.She smiled at me a little. 'LEEERRROOOY JEEENNKKIINNNSS!' she shouted, then spun around and ran toward the Z's in the lighting section.

You__e drunk. They__ arrest you on the spot._ __hat? There__ no law against driving a car when you__e drunk._ He swayed back and forth while he spoke. __esides, I__ not drunk._ __ine, you__e not drunk, but you__e been drinking and there is a law that says you can__ drive when you__e drunk. It__ called driving while intoxicated or driving under the influence or something like that. I__l drive._ __mmm_ Never heard of it. Okay- you drive.

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