zombie-thriller

It must be one of life__ little jokes... how we take everything, even life itself, for granted. We waste our childhoods wishing for what we don__ have, longing for the future, dreaming of ways to speed the time so we can hurry up and see the world. And in our later years, we__ give anything just to slow things down and go back to what we once had.

He sat on the grass, rested the carcass on his lap and bit into its soft underbelly, spilling its rank contents onto his freshly pressed shirt and slacks.

Pulling back, like a savage carnivore at its prey, it tore a large chunk of meat rendering his left arm useless...regardless he did not require it for long.

You can__ get the blood out.

I don__ know why I told you all those things, but I did. Maybe it was because I__ a drunk, and sometimes drunks like to confess.

Her voice was small and distant, like she__ already left the room.

During our time together in this place Holly didn__ outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn____ow do women like to put it? She wasn__ emotionally available to me.

__an__ you see what they are?_ I said. __hey__e all dead._

The people inside the gym didn__ stand a dead drunk__ chance.

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.

I felt a lunatic__ laugh welling up inside me.

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll__ eyes.

The sound of him drinking was indescribable__ike dirty runoff down a storm drain.