zombies

You know what would be awesome? . . . If I could have a machete.

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

A cemetery?" I chuckle, but the pitch is a bit higher than I expected. "At night? With a full moon? Um ... did you see any, uh, zombies, you, while you were there?"Shiko blinks at me a few times. "No"I slump in relief. "Thank God. I mean, I don't want to be the first to die. The funny guy always dies first, for shock value, you know. Rourke would get killed next, because it's be a heroic sacrifice or something." I motion to Shiko. "You'd live, though, unless you had sex."... Shiko has the look of an addled kitten, complete with head tilt. Rourke sighs and leans toward her, embarrassed. 'You'll have to excuse him. According to his mother he has an irrational fear of something called the zombie apocalypse.""It's not irrational!

Our story opens where countless stories have ended in the last twenty-seven years: with an idiot__n this case, Rebecca Atherton, head of the After the End Times Irwins, winner of the Golden Steve-o Award for valor in the face of the undead__eciding it would be a good idea to go out and poke a zombie with a stick to see what happens.

_a bar he sometimes sneaked into called The Slab. (They served bloody marys and zombies _ stiff drinks they called them _ and the jukebox only played dirges. A spotlight pinned dead go-go boys in cages, and though he__ never ventured to the refrigerated back room, he__ heard stories.)

And to those who would choose the safety of inaction over the danger of taking a stand, I have this to say:You bloody cowards. May you have the world that you deserve.

Word of advice,_ the Colonel said from the other side. __on__ tease the zombies.

The burning red taste of blood floods my mouth. The sparkle of life sprays out of his cells like citrus mist from an orange peel, and I suck it in.

She hugs me. It's tentative at first, a little scared, and yes, a little repulsed, but then she melts into it. She rests her head against my cold neck and embraces me. Unable to believer what's happening, I put my arm around her and just hold her.I almost swear I can feel my heart thumping. But it must just be hers, pressed tightly against my chest.

To think that she had read the same elegiac prose he now beheld with such quiet awe made his heart sing.

At first, many people infected with the zombie virus experienced similar symptoms to Ebola.

I__ alive; I__ not gonna try eating your ass, okay? Don__ shoot!_ __hat_ Eat my ASS?___orry, I didn__ mean it like that.

What makes us the strongest tribe on the continent is the fact that a group that opposes these values--a group that would have mankind remain in the new dark ages--is permitted to grow, permitted to exist...and, after it becomes a violent terrorist organization, is allowed to live on it own lands, taken out of the lands of those it has attacked and continues to attack!" He had to stop speaking then--the applause was louder than even his amplified voice. "They expect that fear will drive us to become like them...closed-minded, blind, angry. Our society will remain open and free so long as I am standing upright," he continued, once the applause died down.

There was one thing no one considered, however: Australia was populated by Australians. While the rest of us were trying to adapt to a world that suddenly seemed bent on eradicating the human race, the Australians had been dealing with a hostile environment for centuries. They looked upon our zombie apocalypse, and they were not impressed.

I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys

How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?

But no matter what happens to the surviving humans, there will always be the walking dead.

Even in death she was more beautiful to him than she ever was alive.