zombie

Zombie!_ Sammy calls. __ knew it was you.__ombie?__here are you taking him?_ Ben says to me in a deep voice. I don__ remember it being that deep. Is my memory bad or is he lowering it on purpose, to sound older?__ombie, that__ Cassie,_ Sam chides him. __ou know__assie.___assie?_ Like he__ never heard the name before.__ombie?_ I say, because I really haven__ heard that name before.I pull off the cap, thinking it might help him recognize me, then immediately regret it. I know what my hair must look like.__e go to the same high school,_ I say, drawing my fingers hastily through my chopped-off locks. __ sit in front of you in Honors Chemistry.__en shakes his head like he__ clearing out the cobwebs.Sammy goes, __ told you she was coming.___uiet, Sam,_ I scold him.__am?_ Ben asks.__y name is Nugget now, Cassie,_ Sam informs me.__ell, sure it is._ I turn to Ben. __ou know my brother.

It is said that there exist parallel worlds in which all other possible realities occur. Every decision we could ever make exists as a unique reality in which that decision is made. Of course you can imagine that the possibilities existing for any single person are immense. But what about the facts? What really happens. Since this really depends on others, what you get is... it. Limited. It. This is it.

I need not adapt in certain ways. I am in fact but a visitor to this world, an ephemeral gasp within its long, tired history, and, before anything else, a follower of Christ. By this alone I have the power not to shuffle away from the Faith, the power to break loose from these marching-shackles of ongoing cultural and political pretense.

In America, they have this thing called a story cycle. When they're at war, they start doing fantasy and war-style entertainment. When fantasy gets big, they go through a recession, and horror starts gaining popularity. When horror gets popular, mystery starts gaining popularity. Then when mystery reaches its peak, science fiction starts gaining popularity. Then things get rough again, and we go back to Fantasy". This quote was taken from an interview from The Myth of Cthulhu: Dark Navigation.

Son of a Merryweather, he__ a lot stronger than he looks.

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.

People say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness. It's not. It's eye bloody spy.

Nobody knew exactly how the zombification process worked, and there were as many different strains as theories.

He IS just a normal boy.

In you, she saw hope.___ou mean she saw his next meal.

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.

There is nothing so patient, in this world or any other, as a virus searching for a host.

What about mold," Tom reminded her. "Fuzziness on a girl is never attractive.

If you can't beat em. Become as crazy as a fuckin' loon and enjoy the ride.

He is about as well-put-together and focused as a zombie at a tractor pull.

I had a dream about you; you were a zombie in a post-apocalyptic world. I was the only human left, you tried to bite me and I said no. We became good friends.

Granny looked up at the zombie. He was - or, technically, had been - a tall, handsome man. He still was, only now he looked like someone who had walked through a room full of cobwebs.'What's your name, dead man?' she said.