zombie-apocalypse

You can't take highways during the apocalypse, because they'll be packed with panicky people.

But the sounds behind me tell me why. I risk a glance and see so many Zs on our asses that I wonder if they've been doing pilates all this time to get in shape for the great Whispering Pines mad-dash marathon.

Contrary to popular belief," Gretchen grumbled. "It's creepy to watch a girl while she sleeps." Clint shrugged and smiled. "Sorry, I guess I should've just woken you up.

Zombies don't bother me, sir," Faith said, dimpling cutely. "They're insane, hungry, angry animals. They won't kill me from professional courtesy, sir.

Nicky turned and bolted. He__ only had about a thirty foot head start and a few were closing ground on him quickly. He cursed his hundred-dollar shoes and his vanity. The shoes looked great, but were definitely not made for running, nor was the suit he was wearing. He vowed that if he made it out of there alive, he__ only wear sneakers and track suits for the rest of his days. "Of course, I__l probably be laughed out of the mob, but I don__ care at this point.

You got what you deserved. Now be a man and confess to what most of us already know.

Listen up, Little Miss Fun Hater. Off the record, if it wasn't for our school's strict but smarmy anti-bullying laws, I would bitch-slap you into next summer.

Plus, I wondered if any of these celebrities were alive; or if Brangelina was now a zombified couple.

If a fae sorcerer, or sorcerers, are using necromancy to raise the dead they need to be stopped. No matter what happens, we need to bring a reckoning.--Catherine

I have to get stronger, harder, and faster. The only way to get hard enough to walk the Apocalypse Road is in the crucible of battle.

She really talks to you, doesn't she?" She asked. "it's not just you talking to her. She talks BACK.""hel, half the time she starts it." I said, half-defensively. "I know it's weird.""Well, yes, it's weird. Technically, I think it's insane. But who am I to judge?" Maggie shrugged. "I live in a house most people view as the setting of a horror movie waiting to happen, with an army of security ninjas and a couple dozen epileptic dogs for company. I don't think I'm qualified to pass judgement on 'weird'.

Wouldn't it be ironic if everyone who got a radio up and running just sat around waiting for everyone else to transmit a message?

I fared excellent on the zombie apocalypse assessment; however, I did not do so well on the surviving without your love questionnaire.

Alice is fictional. This isn't.

She watched as the dancing lights of madness swirled and flickered in his eyes like the fires of hell, and she knew that there would never be anything that could quench those fires except death. Vanessa knew that Jango had become his own Grim Reaper.

It ain__ how hard you are when you__e standing over top of someone that really matters. It__ how hard you are when someone__ standing over top of you that shows what you__e made of.

You can__ get the blood out.

When it's my time, and the reaper calls my name, there will be no stink of fear on me, and my only wish will be to die with grace, covered in the blood of my enemies.