A father’s only dream is to hear his daughter ask to kill some zombies. Go for it, sweetie. Make this old man proud.

Mother Fuckers. They’re going to feel pretty stupid when they find out.They’re fucking with the wrong people.

If I had a dime for every time I heard someone say that they’re tired of a genre (zombies) because it’s only a fad, I’d be rich. #DeadRising

The toughest part about riding a horse is overcoming the urge to eat it.

The burning red taste of blood floods my mouth. The sparkle of life sprays out of his cells like citrus mist from an orange peel, and I suck it in.

Are you going to rape me at any point or anything?” I just figured it was good to get things out in the open, get myself in the right headspace. He whipped his head around...

A man. A dead man. A dead man with no arms.

He first noticed it on the plane ride. There was an odor about her and it was becoming more pronounced with each passing hour. It was like the smell of rotting meat.

Alice is fictional. This isn’t.

We are in the middle of what looks increasingly like the zombie apocalypse. Moaning people don’t need help. Moaning people are intending to eat us.

Maybe they’re not as mindless as we thought, or so dedicated to turning every last human into one of them. Like Kalyn says, they were just bored, waiting for something better to happen.And that better...

Hey, Ms. P,” Tad called, “what’s going on?”She let out a slow breath before she answered. “You won’t believe this… Brian Murrey tried to eat Scott Morgan.”Nick’s eyes widened at the unexpected explanation. Had he...

It was dark enough that I couldn’t make out their features, but I could see that someone was cutting through the links of the fence. There was a sense of urgency about those that watched...

That puke was the most wonderful thing I’d ever seen. It was green and a little red. Technicolor, really, the color puke is supposed to be. It definitely wasn’t black, and it didn’t smell like...

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

I turned on Fox News and jumped when I saw that they had one of those things in their studio. “Are you people crazy?” I screamed at the television. “Get out of there. Somebody shoot...

You had me at ‘blood allergy.

Even as zombies, ridiculous prom gowns were the downfall of teenage girls, crippling them at the knees.

We always kept in our hearts the most noble, beautiful feeling that sets human beings apart: hope.

Often, a school is your best bet-perhaps not for education but certainly for protection from an undead attack.

Studying wine taught me that there was a very big difference between soil and dirt: dirt is to soul what zombies are to humans. Soil is full of life, while dirt is devoid of it.

I’ve been waiting for you,” he murmured.Aphrodite slowly walked across the balcony, as her mind raced, trying to think of the perfect thing to say in return. All of a sudden a thought came to...

His eyes danced like a teenager. “Eat anyone alive today?” her father joked.Ruby returned his wicked grin and sauntered into the living room. “Not today, but tomorrow’s another day.

Let me make sure I have this straight. The cavalry just now rode into town and it’s a Czech Gypsy porn-star zombie killer. Have I got that right?

Shall I kill her now? Shall I not even investigate, but kill her and burn her?His throat moved. Such thoughts were a hideous testimony to the world he had accepted; a world in which murder...

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.

That’s it. New rule: no more flirting during the zombie apocalypse

The more I know about people, the more I love zombies.

Guns are not the problem. The species is the problem.

they’re kind of scary,” and now I’m vaguely disappointed that we’re not here to watch a zombie movie.

If zombies eat brains, then they’d love me, because who doesn’t like a buffet?

The zombies were like Canadians, in that they looked enough like real people at first, to fool you.

This is the moment I have dreaded, the very reason why we kept running, even when it seemed hopeless. We all seemed to believe if we kept running, we would never die. But what exactly...

People say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness. It’s not. It’s eye bloody spy.

Little old laidesspeed away in their wheel chairs,frightened meals on wheels.

I’ve been itching to kill a zombie lately. Can I take the lead on this one, dad?

Okay, it’s pretty obvious what we’re doing here, people. If it’s dead – fucking KILL IT

Jane woke, stretched, and decided to kill herself. If she hadn’t found a reason to live by the end of the day she would jump from the rig. It felt good to have a plan.

Sometimes the thing one wants most is the very thing that will get him killed with an axe.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

Oh, you’re a picky sort, huh?” He laughed. “That takes balls, being choosy at a time like this.

All of Europe, as far as we knew, was gone. It might as well not be there anymore. Russia was gone. By the time you got to wondering where America went there just wasn’t any...

The procedure, not yet approved in the United States or in Europe, was a form of stem cell therapy.

Goons were the lowest sort of homunculi, only superior to zombies.

There was one thing no one considered, however: Australia was populated by Australians. While the rest of us were trying to adapt to a world that suddenly seemed bent on eradicating the human race, the...

It’s why I get miffed at all the dashing around in recent zombie films. It completely misses the point; transforms the threat to a straightforward physical danger from the zombies themselves, rather than our own...

Clearly our current form of medicine will bankrupt us and simultaneously keep the chemical industry the number one money-maker as physicians nurture a nation of drugged zombies.

In the darkened recesses of the Suburban, my opinion of the vampire rose considerably. There were far worse things than having to drink blood to survive. I could tolerate him, so long as he didn’t...

Then you remember that Jack–that’s his name, the mac & cheese–plays lacrosse. That’s probably where he got all those yummy muscles. You need two hands for lacrosse.A pinky? Damn, you might as well starve yourself.

It doesn’t matter what clothes you had or what shoes you had, or how cool you were, or how many Facebook friends you garnered, what will matter in the end is what weapons you had,...