The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

Stop wiggling – you’ll move when I move you.

People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy.

I stumble across the sea of tarmac, finding pavement, concealment and a brick wall. Palms brace against the scrubby surface. My stomach churns and then bubbles over, burning my throat as acrid yellow acid spills...

Snow came back, but she didn’t come back right.

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.

The sound of him drinking was indescribable—like dirty runoff down a storm drain.

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

I looked at Vicki. My beautiful Vicki. My dream. My love. My life.

Drive. He’s already dead.

Come now, I was not about to let that thing eat you.

You can’t get the blood out.

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

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.

I don’t know why I told you all those things, but I did. Maybe it was because I’m a drunk, and sometimes drunks like to confess.

The truth is you can teach it to do anything. You have to program your brain to your commands, not other people’s.

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

I fear you may not be so lucky.

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.

My demons always came dressed up in the faces i loved them most and that’s how i got so close to my demons and all dressed up faces disappeared eventually leaving me into nothingness.

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

To write your dreams of fantasy, is to create fantasy in another’s dreams

That’s the complete lack of it. If any one of those mass-genocidal idiots had faith, they wouldn’t have the insane need to prove it to others.”

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

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.