This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.

I don’t care where I come from or who you are. I can make you happy, and you make me happy. We could have a happily ever after.

Before when we were talking, were you asking why her?” The aurora above us reflected on his face, and his dark eyes were filled with heat. “Or were you asking why not you?