The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.
People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy.
His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.
The Shrink always warned me that carriers stay wracked with lifelong guilt. It’s not an uplifting thing having turned lovers into monsters. We feel bad that we haven’t turned into monsters ourselves–survivor’s guilt, that’s called. And we feel a bit stupid that we didn’t notice our own symptoms earlier. I mean, I’d been sort of...
Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?
What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.
Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.
If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.
For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.
Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.
I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.
I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.
I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.
Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse.
I like to think she hates my guts a little less every hour.
She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time.
‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’
I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death.
I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.