zombies

I just don__ understand why anyone would want to get their caffeine in a less-efficient form.

My stories are about humans and how they react, or fail to react, or react stupidly. I'm pointing the finger at us, not at the zombies. I try to respect and sympathize with the zombies as much as possible.

Everything's better with zombies - NOT

Self-pity NEVER leads to happiness. Avoid it like it's a zombie plague.

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.

This was good, except that now I had two crazed, burning zombies standing between me and the exit, plus another one that wasn__ on fire. I had not thought this plan through at all.

If this had been a public-school locker room, there would have been some gray jumbo-sized garbage cans nearby, and I probably could've taken care of cleanup by myself. But apparently the girls of St. Andrew's don't throw anything away, because all they had was a tiny wastebasket and some recycling bins. There were bins for paper, plastic, and glass, but none for rotting corpses. Go figure.

Only, it__ not an it. It__ a her. A zombie. A woman. A zombie woman. She__ older than Janine, closer to my age, maybe early thirties, missing a little bit of her face, but otherwise sort of pretty in a melancholy way.

[Therapist and friend, with a voice like Raul Julia during his Gomez Adam__ days] Rudy studied my face, __ have a two o__lock open on Tuesday.__ sighed, __eah, ok. Tuesday at two.__e nodded, pleased. __ring Starbucks.___ure, what do you want?___y usual. Iced half-caf ristretto quad grade two-pump raspberry two percent no whip light ice with caramel drizzle three-and-a-half-pump white mocha.___s any of that actually coffee?___ore or less.___nd you think I__ damaged _

Okay, it's pretty obvious what we're doing here, people. If it's dead - fucking KILL IT

Don't you get it?' said Max. 'You're not praying, you're just... wishing. And wishes don't come true.

Tony, Tony,come around, something's lost that can't be found.

Oatmeal Face, Jawless, and the other revenants dragged me out of the van by the zip tie between my hands. The sharp plastic bit painfully into my wrists."All right, all right, I'm coming," I said. "Keep your faces on."There was no reaction from any of them. Humor was wasted on the dead.

I will not negotiate with the undead!

Then you remember that Jack--that's his name, the mac & cheese--plays lacrosse. That's probably where he got all those yummy muscles. You need two hands for lacrosse.A pinky? Damn, you might as well starve yourself.

I suppose I knew on an intellectual level that graves weren't especially made for getting out of. I mean, you start with a hermetically sealed casket and then you dump six feet of dirt on top of it. Over time the earth gets compacted, which can't make it easy to dig through. So even if you're a very angry and determined zombie, you've kind of got your work cut out for you just escaping from the grave.Which was, I suppose, why we got hit with an initial wave of zombie bugs, birds and rodents. I bet some people would say if you've never picked undead mosquitoes out of your teeth, you've never lived. Under that definition, I'd be just as happy to have not lived, thanks.

...brains are the only things that stand between a living person and a gruesome death. Or maybe brains and Kevlar.

What are you, Zombie Slayer Barbie?" The big man in the back barked a laugh. "You'll pay for that one.