You have to stand out, do something, to be remembered.

…I can’t make exceptions for myself. If I can run, I will run. I don’t have to feel good to do it.

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?

If you don’t know a name, you can’t be hurt when they go. I have no friends anymore, all are lost.

No more running, no more half living, starving or fear. You have it better than me now, I think.

Don’t resist the urge to burn down the stronghold, kill off the main love interest or otherwise foul up the lives of your characters.

…the end of the world hasn’t granted the clumsiest among us any measure of grace.

I don’t want to think about it, but I have to. Someone has to. I see the signs of spring and I weep…

Not too bad, reminds me of some kind of meat dip, best if you close your eyes and pretend it’s something else.

…his vacant eyes took on a more sinister look, taking notice of us for the first time, a stranger in our midst, a monster.